Addicted to You

"Like A Virgin"

As I sat with Timothée, our hands intertwined, I felt my heart race with excitement. Our secret meetings had become more frequent, and our love had grown stronger with each passing day. But the weight of my dad's disapproval hung heavy over us, a constant reminder of the risks we took to be together.

"I feel like we're living in our own Romeo and Juliet story," Timothée whispered, his eyes burning with passion.

I smiled, my soul reaching out to his. "I know exactly what you mean," I replied, "It's like our love is forbidden, and that makes it even more thrilling."

But as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. My dad would never understand our love, and the thought of being discovered filled me with dread.

"Timothée, what if we get caught?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me like a shield. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together," he promised. "Our love is strong enough to overcome anything."

I wanted to believe him, I really did. But the fear lingered, a constant reminder of the secrets we kept and the lies we told to be together.

Yet, as I looked into his eyes, I knew I couldn't resist him. Our love was my everything, and I would risk it all to be with him. Even if it meant becoming our own modern-day Romeo and Juliet.

Timothée's eyes sparkled with excitement as he pulled me closer. "Hey, my parents are leaving for the weekend, and I want you to come spend it with me at my house."

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. Spending a weekend with Timothée, alone in his house, was a thrilling prospect. But it was also a risky one.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

Timothée nodded, his smile persuasive. "Yes, I'm positive. My parents will be gone, and we'll have the whole house to ourselves. We can finally be alone without having to sneak around or worry about being caught."

I hesitated, my mind racing with the possibilities. It was a chance to experience a weekend of freedom, of being with Timothée without the weight of our families' disapproval.

"What about your older sister?" I asked.

"Oh, she'll be there, but she won't care. She has guys over all the time." Timothée replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We'll have the house all to ourselves, Leia. Just imagine it - a whole weekend, just us, no secrets, no lies. Just our love, out in the open."

His words were tempting, and I knew I couldn't resist. I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll come."

~

That Thursday at school Rachel and I went over a plan to have my parents think I was at her house all weekend.

As we sat in the school cafeteria, Rachel and I huddled together, whispering and giggling like conspirators. We were mapping out a plan to convince my parents that I was spending the weekend at her house, while in reality, I would be with Timothée.

"Okay, so you'll tell your parents that you're sleeping over at my place on Friday and Saturday night, right?" Rachel asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I nodded, my mind racing with the details. "Yeah, and then I'll pack a bag and sneak out to Timothée's house. His parents will be gone, so we'll have the whole weekend to ourselves."

Rachel grinned mischievously. "And I'll cover for you, just in case your parents call to check in. I'll tell them you're at my house, watching movies and studying for exams."