I'm nervous, couldn't tell you why
Touching me, hands warm on my thighs
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I can listen to my own heartbeat hours after Iris left my apartment. There is energy passing through my body, warmth in the places she touched.
I could pretend it never happened. Turn a blind eye and keep going like it's nothing. But my lips buzz at the memory and I want hers again to stop it.
Her perfume clinging to the blanket she was laying in didn't help.
We had been facing each other instead of facing the storm outside. Together, we never run out of topics to talk about, but the silence is comfortable too.
Iris places her hand on my hip before asking
"Do you believe in God?"
"I believe in something." I try to understand the layer behind that question. "Do you?"
Iris shakes her head "There is only so many times He can be a no-show before you start wondering." I want to ask her more about that, keep seeing that side she never shows, but she changes her hand to my cheek and kissed me and I can't think anymore.
Her kiss is soft and gentle, the way kisses stopped being after middle school, and it feels like this can be so much more.
I pace around my room. I should have run after her, ask her to stay, but I was too stunned and needed some space to understand.
Usually, stolen kisses wouldn't make my head spin. But she isn't just anyone. She is Iris. My Iris. The only person who has ever managed to get under my skin.
I bend front when the words she said just before she kissed me hit me. The way she said 'she got it' weeks before.
No matter how much I want to love her, I can't be her little experiment until she is sure.
I pass the door she left by, trying to get it together enough to start the car. I don't know where I'm going, maybe somewhere up North.
Years of wondering what demons she had been fighting all these years and turns out the demon was me.
When the anger is replaced with sadness, I want to help her. I know firsthand how tough of a journey it can be. But the lack of missed calls on my home screen makes me believe I might not be the help she is seeking right now.
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I don't wanna close the door
Maybe I should just go up north
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Immunity
Romance》2. protection or exemption from something, especially an obligation or penalty. 《 After finally feeling free from her past, a college girl reenconters a friend from her past. Together, they fall into the rabbit hole of what they were and what they...
