My Little Sunshine

Eighteen

Rose POV

It's been a month since Isaiah and I started seeing each other. Over the last couple of weeks we have been getting to know each other more and more. It now feels like I know him more than what I did before. And he knows me just as much. Every question I asked he answered and turned it on me.

We learnt a lot about one another. From what I knew before I know that he's seventeen, he has a sister, his parents are amazing and that they love their family. Seeing him with his parents, especially his mum is amazing to see.

Then as the weeks went on I learnt more about him. His favourite colour is green, he loves to listen to music, more so Nirvana and Bon Jovi. Whenever we go for a drive he plays that as well as a load of other bands and singers. He really likes his 80s and 90s.

I know he loves to spend time in the woods, if he didn't sneak in to my room at night, we would leave school and go in the woods. We'd sit against a tree, me straddling his lap while he played with my hair and cuddled or we spent most of the time kissing. It didn't matter what we did as long as Isaiah's hands were on me.

I'm starting to think his love language is touch. He's always got to have his body touching mine. Holding hands, kissing, cuddling, even if we lay apart his foot is touching mine but it's not very often we lay apart from one another. Isaiah hates it when I'm 'too far away'. I don't mind it because I find a newfound comfort in it.

For two years Isaiah has been pushing me in to a corner. The moment I started school he'd been there, around every corner lurking. I remember the first time I had been in his arms. I wasn't expecting it at all. This tall, dark, mysterious guy coming up to me and holding me to his chest. A cigarette lit in the corner of his mouth.

Being new I didn't know who he was of course. My heart thumped in my chest with nerves not knowing what to do. All he did was stare down at me with those intense eyes of his. Each and every time after that I became more and more intimidated by him. I'd seen him hurt people, I'd seen him dent lockers from his punch. For years he scared me.

Then that day he took me to the woods. He sat me in his lap like we were now, him sat against a tree with me straddling his thighs. My head tucked under his chin laying on his chest while he played with my hair. After that day I could help but want it more. And now that I have it I can't seem to keep away, I don't want to either. I find the best comfort like this, in his arms, in his kiss.

I'd like to say I know pretty much everything about Isaiah now, but that wouldn't be wholly true. I don't know what turns him on, I don't know what he likes when it comes to being intimate. The one thing I do know is that he likes it when I tug on his hair, I hold it like it's my life support because Isaiah quite literally takes my breath away when we kiss.

And that's all we do, kiss. We can't seem to go any further. We seem to get half way undressed, he sinfully sucks my nipples bringing me so much pleasure. Yet anytime we try and get past that point, someone interrupts and ruins the mood.

I get a phone call, he gets a phone call. If I'm at his house for a sleepover Elodie or Yasmine wake up and come looking for me so I have to sneak away and pretend I was getting a drink or some fresh air. Or if we're at my house my dad likes having a conversation with Isaiah. I think he's winning my dad over which is really nice. My mum, her not so much but it doesn't bother me.

From the first time he had dinner at my house I've wanted to have him, to be intimate with him. It drives us crazy whenever someone interrupts us, I don't know how it happens every time, but it does. I've become so sexually frustrated I'm turning in to this monster. I snap at everyone but Isaiah. Even for the smallest things it annoys me to no end.