There's a famous uninhabited mansion in Lark Creek, Virginia where an accident occurred seven years ago. Mysteries surround it, and people say that you'll hear strange noises coming from the inside of the mansion. No one in Lark Creek has the courag...
"So I'll hold you tonight like I would if you were mine to hold forevermore And I'll savor each touch that I've wanted so much to feel before, to feel before How beautiful it is Just to be like this." —I Wanna Be with You by Mandy Moore
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My eyes widened, and I caught my breath.
Leslie. Sophia. Burke. Was. Sleeping. Next. To. Me.
My face started heating up as I watched her slim body rise and fall. This was something I'd wanted for years: to be able to sleep in the same bed as Leslie.
I looked at her face again. The moonlight was seeping through the window, spilling over her skin, giving it an almost heavenly glow. A few years ago, Leslie had had chin-length hair, giving her a tomboyish look. Now, as her hair cascaded over her waist, it gave her a more womanly look. I smiled softly, taking in how much my best friend had blossomed over the years.
Maybe Leslie didn't notice that many boys started looking at her in awe since freshman year—including Groban. She'd also gained many friends and become one of the famous students at Lark Creek High. But she was still the same Leslie Sophia Burke. Of course, as Leslie's king and knight in shining armor at the same time, I'd always be there to protect her from evil and harm.
Taking notice of our position, I shuddered, taking a small breath. One of Leslie's legs was in-between mine, her head was settled right above my chest. Her fingers were gingerly pressed against my chest, and my free arm was hugging her waist, making Leslie closer to me. I just needed to relax.
But then again, you can't relax when the person you love is sleeping next to you.
The blanket was halfway down from our waists, and I got to see she was still wearing her dress but without the denim jacket to cover her shoulders. Gulping, I reached to caress her shoulder and arm with my free hand. As expected, my queen's skin was so soft. Feeling it against my fingers drove me crazy. She looked so beautiful and fragile at the same time.
I tilted my head downwards, and my nose softly collided with the top of her head. I froze, and my light breathing caught the scent of her strawberry-flavored shampoo. My heart rate sped up. Then my hand went to her angelic face, caressing it, and lightly touched her soft, pinkish lips.
This intimacy, the warmth, the smell of her hair, and feeling her skin with my fingers—I was intoxicated by all of them. I could hear Leslie's quiet breathing, and, for some reason, it made me feel even more comfortable and nervous at the same time.
However, there was still a small voice inside my head saying that I should stop what I was currently doing, but I knew full well I wasn't going to pass up such an opportunity when it was available.
Leslie doesn't love you back, though, said my pessimistic side.
I lightly shook my head and turned to gaze at Leslie again, realizing how close our faces were. Then her green eyes were staring at me all of a sudden. I froze, waiting for her reaction. The expression on her face, however, wasn't one of contempt or discomfort. Instead, she seemed to be amused.
