Touched

What if the sky falls down?

"Are you sure you're okay?" Asked Raisha, biting her over bitten lip.

"Yeah, don't worry about me!" I teased, managing a small smile.

She gave me her signature "shut up or I'll make you" look.

"Okay, I have to go meet Malia. But call me if ANYTHING happens. If you don't call me imma get a fucking baby monitor to check on you." Raisha warned.

Raisha was bisexual. I love the fact she falls in love with the person, not the gender. Her parents seem to be okay with it, they seem to be feeling better about it and I'm happy for her. She's been with Malia, a quiet, smart, big hearted girl, who've I've yet to meet , for 2 months. Raisha hasn't shown me any pictures, because we both don't have a standard for beauty. We like to really understand the depth of which a person can go through. Sometimes people are beautiful inside and out. Some aren't so much.

I snickered "Alright, alright, now go have fun. I'm meeting her the first Saturday of Chirtmas break, don't forget that!"

She nodded before giving me quick hard goodbye. And we exhanged "I love you" to each other's ears.

As Raisha left, I pulled out my phone (strange cuz I'm so antisocial) and begun to stalk.

About 1/2 an hour later I heard a knock at the door.

"Raisha better not be back already!" I muttered as I opened the door.

"Raisha I thought I told yo"

My train of rambling had come to an abrupt stop when I saw who was at the door.

Aiden fucking blood Red.

What. The. Heck.

"Uhhhh? Hello? Raisha? Could you..umm... stop staring and let me in?" I closed my gaping mouth and did the only thing my broken down brain thought was logical.

I slammed the door in his face.

Or at least I tried to.

His damn (probably attractive) foot got in the way.

He grunted as I pushed continuously.

"Raisha, as much as love a good foot massage, I'd rather have you massage some of my other parts instead." He said, or rather his foot said.

I opened the door and gaped at him(again! Do you see a pattern?)

"How...?When did you-" My rambling was starting to get on my nerves.

He stepped in, his tall, slender body radiating heat to mine, even from a distance. I took a step back.

"Nova. Relax, I'm not going to-" I didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence because I ran outta there like I was being chased by a cheetah.

(I used cheetah because they are faster than humans, and he caught me like before I could run out of the living room)

"Hey-hey-hey! I promise I'm not gonna hurt you." He whispered into my ear, making me involuntarily shiver. He caught me from behind, so my back was against his hard but somehow comfortable chest. And his arms were around mine, gently holding my shaking hand.

"I-I don't trust y-you" I managed to quiver. Damn hormones and nerves.

His grip tightened, then loosened again, only to spin me around to face him.

"Look at me Nova" He asked(?) kindly.

When I looked up, sparks flew.

Oh his eyes, they were such a beautiful blue. I could swim in them, dance with the clouds and enjoy a blueberry shake, all at the same time. His scar was more rugged up close, making me want to trace it even badly then before. His jawline was fierce, his honey-glazed lips looking delicious...