Silver Beema

Chapter 3

I'm left alone to soak up in the moment lost to add to all the other times my lack of conviction got in the way. Kgabi's talk of comfort zones really got me thinking introspectively. I'm way too young to be lost in love and lust. We all are kinda. Just down stairs I can bet you Rafael is probably already hitting 3rd base, and that might as well be his idea of love, or at least a definition he's comfortable with.

These drug induced thoughts tend to leave me with a less than desirable outlook of the world. I should just get off this roof and go see how good Kgabi is in the kitchen.

I navigate my way to the kitchen using my only my nose as a compass. I'm asking myself 'What the Hell smells so good' and turn into the kitchen to "It's all junk, but everything that's bad always feels/tastes good." She's chewing on a foot long sandwich I'm guessing she just made because the kitchen is in quite a mess. With a smirk on her face she says "I was gonna share with you but I have a rule about sharing my food with dicks". She had a lot more to say but I act on my animal instincts and grab the sandwich while she was talking and inadvertently start a cuddle war of note.

We stop for a second and I stare intently through her eyes to the depths of her soul and see our wavelengths create a superposition of positive emotion. I see how well our demons would play together. I see her seeing all this too from the other side. "Don't read too much into it" she says. "Too late" is my reply.

She's got me hooked. I must love this painful torture because I keep coming back for more. My mind goes back to the inspirational photo's I often post online. The 'don't wait for the perfect moment, make the moment perfect' one in specific. Coupled with advice from Rafa I decided to pounce on this moment to redeem myself from the wonderful moment lost.

She's walking away. I will not let it pass me. Her left arm is left trailing in the moment so I hold it. Pull her close and with my arms now wrapped around her I merge my lips with hers. She kisses back. Things are getting heated. This might be it, the day I lose my v-card. I lift her on to the counter and we continue to passionately exchange affection. My hands are drawn to her green sweater to try remove it.

"What the fuck?!?" She exclaims. Clearly this was a bad move. Panic starts flowing through my veins by the litre. I did not just fuck that up! To escalate the situation even further, we hear the garage door open. "Shit, only my dad has the remote to that garage! Find Rafa and go hide in my room now!" I had seen her dad in pictures I passed on my way to kitchen, he did not look like the kind of guy you'd want to meet under the context of "trying to sleep with your daughter".