Delicate

right downstairs

☆: *.☽ Cassandra ☆: *.☽

"When all you wanted was to be wanted"

June 13, 2003

"Honey, Steph is here," Mam called from downstairs and I was instantly jumping out of bed.

I loved seeing Stephan. He brought me to life in ways no one else could.

I practically broke an ankle from how fast I ran down the stairs.

I locked eyes with him and I felt like I could finally breathe.

"Hi," He smiled, and I was immediately pulling him into a hug.

"I missed you," I smiled, as he held me to his chest.

"I missed you too, beautiful."

I pulled on his hand, leading him towards the staircase.

"Nice to see you, Stephan," Mam chuckled.

"You too, Nat," He nodded, following after me.

We reached my room and my mam called out, "Door open, Cassandra!"

Stephan and I both rolled our eyes. I pushed the door closed, leaving only a crack in it and then we climbed into bed together.

"You want to watch a movie?" I offered, reaching for the remote.

"Put on Kill Bill," He replied, and I nodded. I stood up from the bed and began searching through my piles of DVDs.

I found it and shoved the DVD into the DVD player and then jumped back in bed.

"How was rugby?" I asked, laying my head on his chest as he wrapped him arm around my shoulders.

"Good, babe," He replied, "How was your day?"

"Great! I took loads of pictures at the park today," I smiled.

My true passion in life was photography. I'd always loved it and my parents had bought me a good quality camera for Christmas.

"I'd love to see them sometime," He grinned, tracing his hand down my body.

I knew what he wanted.
Sex.

But I was scared.
I wasn't ready.

"I can show you right now," I offered, looking for an escape.

"Or later," He hummed, his hand sliding up my shirt.

"Steph," I mumbled.

"Yeah?" He whispered, kissing my lips.

"My parents are right downstairs," I pushed on his chest to create distance.

"Fuck," He groaned, lying back on the pillow, "It's always the same excuse with you."

"I'm sorry, I just," I searched for words to say, "I don't want them walking in."

He sighed and then looked at me, "Well then why don't we go to my house sometime?"

Fuck my life.

"Yeah, okay," I nodded, "How about next week?"

That would give me time to prepare. I'd need Veronica's help and time to freak the hell out.

"Okay," His smile returned, "Works for me."

"I love you," I pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I love you too."

Thank god.

I would die if he stopped loving me.
Stephan was one of a kind.

He made me feel everything.

He made me feel safe.