"My house is right here." I point to the two story tan house. My neighbor was very high-class seeing as the others being two or more stories with beautiful yards and gardens. I wouldn't mind a more simple house since its only me and my "mom".
"Nice place. " Chris mumbled pulling into the empty drive way.
"Want to come inside? " I asked timidly.
I never brought a boy home, so I didn't really know what to say or do. I just had the feeling of not wanting to be alone.
Chris looked over at me, his brown chocolate eyes a now clear brown due to the sun's rays passing by them. His lip slowly turning up at one corner exposing a dimple.
"You want me to get outta my car... "
Nods.
"Walk to ya door... "
Nods.
"Walk in ya house... "
Nods.
"And fuck you?"
Nods. Wait.
"Wait... No... Wh-"
I was cut off by his deep rich laugh. Something I could listen to all day.
My dark brown cheeks started to burn from embarrassment as he tried catching his breath.
"That wasn't every funny. " I pouted.
"Oh but it was chocolate. "
Mentally biting my lip at the name he gave me, I got out his car and headed to my front door, key in hand.
Chris slowly following behind watching me with an intense glaze. I didn't have to turn to look at him, I just knew. Everything that was happening was happening so quickly. I don't understand why, but it scares me. It feels like I'm on a new type of high with him, but as they say must come down.
I didn't notice that I was just standing at my door with my key in the lock without turning until a felt a warm chest press against my back and I soft hand fully cover mine until it was already happening. Still even after the door was opened, our bodies close together as it we fit. His tall frame protectively over my small body giving him warmth.
I slowly turned around glazing into you light eye. So light I could see his pupils getting big. But his pupils wasn't that only thing I saw. No, the look I saw in his eyes was a look I face daily.
I saw secrets and pain.
I wanted to reach out, say something, but before a word could pass my dry lips the sprinkles turned on.
Frick!
Chris grabbed my hand rushing me inside with closing the door.
"Did you just say.... Frick?" he asked with a childlike humor in his deep low voice.
"And if I did? " I looked to him as to change me.
And he did.
"It's fuck."
"Frick."
"Fuck. "
"Frick"
"Fuck. "
"Frick. "
"Frick. "
"I know right." I smiled in victory catching when he tried to mess me up.
"Smart little chocolate, but it's fuck." he smiled back down at me flicking my nose when he cussed.
I rolled my eyes and started to walk off with I noticed our hands and fingers was still joined. He stared at my while I was looking down.
