When the moon met the sun (ENGLISH VERSION)

-13- A SKIRT STORY

- BLAIRE'S POV -

I quietly tune my guitar in the music room. I lightly strum the strings, letting a soft sound emerge.

When I lift my head, I see Keisha coming towards me. She sits down on the sofa opposite my chair.

I stare at her for a few seconds. Neither of us speaks. She clasps her hands together, breathing heavily.

Blaire
- Is everything all right?
I finally ask.

Her gaze moves up to my face as she rolls her thumbs.

Keisha
- I'm loss.

I frown.
- about what ?

Keisha
- Bill.

I make big eyes, setting my guitar aside, knowing she's about to talk to me about something serious.
- Did you two have a fight?

She sighs.
-no, I haven't even seen him today.
She takes a deep breath.
- He's been acting strange lately.

Blaire
- What do you mean?

Keisha
- He's distant. And then...I don't know, he's never really shown me affection like Tom does with you.

I smile, looking at her.
- Maybe he's more withdrawn.

Keisha
- I don't know. Do you think I'm a good person for him?

I'm wide-eyed.
- Of course you are. Why do you ask?

She simply shrugs, staring into space.

Blaire
- I can tell you the way he looks at you says it all.

Keisha looks up at me, meeting my gaze.
- Really?

I smile tenderly at her.
- I assure you.

She stands up before taking me in her arms. I'm a little surprised by her embrace, knowing that she's not very tactile.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, closing my eyes, enjoying the moment.

She looks up at me, smiling.
- Thank you, Blaire.

I smile at her.
- Go and see him.

She nods before running towards the exit. As soon as she leaves the room, another person appears.

The braided one approaches me.
- She's running to her soulmate?
he says, pointing at her.

Blaire
- I'd say so.

I say, watching him walk towards me.

He smiles, coming closer.
- You know you're...

He looks me up and down.
- incredibly sexy in that skirt.

I look up at him and a wry smile appears on my face, for that matter, on his too.

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That's how we ended up in his room, his hands never leaving my waist, his lips never leaving mine.

He closes the door before sticking me to it, bringing his hands to my thighs to lift me off the floor.

My legs encircle his waist and my arms wrap around his neck.

The kiss grows more intimate, as if we're rediscovering each other.

He slowly moves back to the bed, not breaking the kiss. He turns to lay me down on it, brings his lips down to my neck.