For the next few hours, I was elated. I mostly laid on my bed, completely giddy. I did have a few spells in which I realized just how much trouble I'd be in if anyone found out about the kiss. My parents would throw a fit, or my boyfriend would dump me. I was eighteen, so luckily he wouldn't be thrown in jail for pedophilia or anything, but still.
I felt my breath catch in my throat- I didn't even know his name. I sat up and glanced towards the closed window. I pulled back the curtain just in time to see his snap back. Had he been watching for me...?
I grinned and rolled off the bed. It wasn't late, but I figured I might as well get ready for bed now. I gathered my pj's, athletic shorts and a long-sleeved crop top, and my socks, which reached to my mid-calf. Then I went into the bathroom and showered. When I came out in only my towel, I walked to the bed and dropped it on the floor. I was now completely nude as I walked across my bedroom to the dresser. That's when I realized: I left the window open.
I looked over at it. I had been standing right in front of it, naked! I froze, my blood turning to ice, as I saw him. He was watching me. I couldn't see his face since he was inside, but as I watched I could clearly see him. After a moment he let the curtain fall back again and I didn't see it move. I whipped my own curtain shut and started at it.
He saw me.
I'm not stupid, I know I'm cute- pretty, even. But I'm also still self-conscious when it comes to him. It was strange. But it seemed as if he wanted to see me, and that kiss wasn't an ending...
It was a beginning.
