Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

chp40 A fun night

Darya

He's asked me to come out on a date after eating dinner, with everyone. I grab my coat and close the door.

We go to a local snack place, and grab some slushies. He remembered the last time. The slushie is cold and refreshing, a contrast from the humidity and warmth. As we walked his arm around my shoulder, in a city which is alive;the streets congested and glowing buildings bring the streets a pulse and create a heartbeat. A rhythm to move to.

I stick out my blue tongue and he with his red one. His hand holds mine in an embrace I always want to feel. My stomach is full of butterflies that flutter by any movement or touch he gives.

I am addicted.

Slurping on my drink finishing it just as the sun begins to sink into the depths of the beyond sending lines across the sky. In shades of pink and orange. We are lying in the park on a blue blanket while people busl’ around trying to get home from a late night out, before the rain starts.

I place my head on his shoulder watching the sky turn into a black canvas that states to be freckled with white paint droplets, as if someone is creating a beautiful painting just for us. Like a flame he kisses up my neck, to find my mouth. He tastes like strawberries as he gets on top of me. He is addicted. Everything he does is electrifying. Sending the butterflies into a frenzy. He pulls me closer. Neither of us wanted to stop. We let go of each other, as we are breathing air for the first time. Exhilarating.

I pull him back by his shirt, needing more. As small rain droplets pattern the ground. Tugging on his hair. Pulling away to see our purple tongues. I let out a small giggle.