Delirium

10

  I ran my finger over my lips, remembering the faithful day that my life became chaos.
I remember my heart beating fast. His scent...like freshly cut grass and golden honey. His warm hand cupping my check. His soft lips lips against mine, and the dangerous desire to repeat the action.
Knock Knock Knock.
I nervously patted my skirt down and walked dashed down the stairs. He is here. After 2 weeks of avoiding him, I had finally agreed to meet with Oliver at my house today. My aunt was at the girl's school to fill in some yearly paperwork and my uncle was still at work, leaving me alone on a monday afternoon. Alone with him.
I reached for the door handle.
This is a terrible idea.
I turned it.
I shouldn't so this.
I pulled the door open and there he stood. Like a statue, the still and quite representation of someone who had once done great things.
"Come in." I said, my voice sounded braver than I thought it would and this gave me a sense of confidence.
Oliver stepped inside "Thank you."
I closed the door and turned to him "This way." I motioned up stairs.
He knew the way, still he followed my to my bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him.
"May I sit down?" he asked motioning to my bed.
I stiffly nodded, and wordlessly sat on the other side of my bed.
"So what now?" I asked shyly
Oliver smiled "Inviting a man over while the house is empty and with no plan, is not the smartest ting you've done."
I frowned, slightly angered.
"You kissing me at a party designed to celebrate your up coming wedding is not the smartest thin you've done."
"No, I'm pretty sure I've done things that you wold consider much worse." he winked
I felt myself grow slightly warm.
"What you did-the kiss..it's illegal. You know that don't you?"
"Of course I know-"
"Then?! Why did you do it?"
"I..."
"I feel as if I'm going mad because of you!" I blurted out "I keep having these...feelings and thoughts that I've neverhad before and I know they're wrong. I know that something is wrong. Oliver...I think I'm ill."
"What kind of thoughts?" he asked inching closer
I felt my cheeks flare up "Um...I..."
Oliver smiled sweetly "You can trust me."
"I...think of you, and what I like about you. I dream of you and I can't get you out of my mind. I keep thinking about the kiss and how much I liked it."
Oliver stood up and stepped back, his eyes wide with fear "I knew it! You have Deliria! Help! She's sick!"
"What, no Oliver!" I stood up, my hear racing, fear over powering me
"Stay away from me!" he hissed
"Oliver!"
"You disgusting-"
"Stop, please!" I cried out feeling myself break down. This was a terrible mistake.