We walk down the hall holding hands. Your touch sends a warm sensation up my arm.
So are we a thing now? ... I hope so.
This morning made me giddy. We kissed. Isaac kissed me. Me. I'm still in shock. I can taste you still. Your mouth tastes like a chocolate covered pretzel. Salty and sweet.
You squeeze my hand and say, "Ally, we have different first bells."
Crap. I'm gonna have to let him go. I draw you into a hug.
You rest your lips gently on my forehead and say, "Meet me at lunch.", then turn and jog sexily away. I grin. Literature, history, science, and biology -my first four bells- breeze by and I don't even notice. Waiting. I'm waiting for lunch.
I'm waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
Bleed For You
RomanceWell. My life is ruined. My heart is broken. My wrists are bleeding. Your face is gone... Gone... Gone... Copyright: do not plagiarize; any reproduction or copying of this item digitally or otherwise is prohibited
