Charlie's POV
I can't help but look at Brooklyn.
I mean, dang, she is beautiful.
I've never felt this way towards someone. Like, one killed plenty of pretty girls, but I've never attracted to someone in this way before.
It's starting to get late so we camp out for the night.
I'm a criminal who's always being hunted down, so I know hot to find good protection.
As we lie down I notice that Brooklyn is shivering, so I slid up next to her. I kinda spoon her.
When she notices she kinda gets tense, but after a minute of two, her body relaxes.
After about thirty minutes of just lying there, I start hearing Sierra snoring.
So I turn Brooklyn's body around, so her fave is facing my face.
She gets a panicked look on her face, so I go ahead and do what I've been longing to do.
I pull her into a tight kiss.
At first it's kind of awkward, because I've never kissed anyone, and I can tell she's never kissed anyone either.
We kind of just sit there, lips to lips, but then we start to get the hang of it. Our lips start moving in sync, and I wrap my hands around her waist.
We stay like that for a good amount of time, but we finally break the kiss.
We both just stare at each other awkwardly, but then we burst out laughing.
"That felt good." I said to her, smiling uncontrollably.
"Agreed. We should do it more often." She replied.
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Coming Home
Teen FictionAs Brooklyn and Sierra are on their way home from a gymnastics meet, disaster strikes. Brooklyn and Sierra are left to fend for themselves, but along their journey they meet a very handsome gentleman.
