I called him. But he didn't answer. He's probably in the bath?
The door rings. I grab my dressing gown, throw it on and walk down stairs. I open the door slightly as my parents are not home for another week and I'm scared.
But it was Chris. Chris is a boy, well man, I've been speaking to. He's alot older but we really love each other. I'm 20 and he's 36. But nothing can stop us.
"Hi babe," he says while I jump in excitement. He hugs me and takes me to his car.
"What are you doing?" I ask in a laughing but curious matter. He places his finger to his puckered lips and winked. He shut my passenger door and he jumped in the drivers seat next to me. He started the engine and we were gone.
"Where are we going Chris?" I asked seriously.
"Do you wanna just stay at home?" He looked over and me and I was biting my lip, scared. He stopped the car and turned to me. My heart was beating. I knew I love him but I've only known him a few weeks. We've kissed. Nothing else. I'm really frightened and he knew it.
"(Y/N), I promise I won't hurt you. I'm not like that-"
"I know you won't..." I said shyly.
"Yes you do, you're thinking about it aren't you!" He said sadly. I looked down at my hands wrapped in the blanket sweating. I nodded slightly.
"I'm sorry.." I replied. He wrapped his huge arm around me and squeezed.
"I promise, I love you. I'm not going to hurt you, not physically. Not emotionally." He said.
