We sat in the living room on a trashy old couch. Sage held her hands together, hunched over with her elbows on her legs. Her eyes bled of sleepiness and stress. Madison and Jay sat on the couch across from them, their faces full of worry and care.
"So what happened, why are you in a group home; Sage?" Madi asked softly, moving forward to hold the young afro-native girls cold hands.
Sage frowned, shrugging as she took a glimpse towards Jay, she barely knew him. I could see how the question could be uncomfortable.
"I put a chick in the hospital, kept running away, sold drugs..." She mumbled, keeping her head down but her eyes up.
Jay frowned, leaning back and putting his arm around his girl. Madison sighed, still holding Sage's hands.
"I'm sorry girl, but we gotchu," Madi reassured her calmly, moving some hair out of Sage's face. "You're safe here, boo. Don't worry." She said comfortingly, smiling a little.
But despite what Madison said, I still felt a growing uneasiness in my stomach. I glanced towards Jay, who's face held an odd look of bad intent. Maybe it was my anxiety, all those paranoid assumptions in the bad of my head. But my heart welled with fright. When we were done explaining the situation to Madi, she showed us where we could sleep.
I slept on the smaller couch since I was extremely short, while Sage slept on the longer couch. The nights were uncomfortable. The couches were cheap and caused subtle back pain.
As I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling I couldn't sleep for the life of me. I felt alone. I glanced over to where Sage lay tranquily. My heart longed to always be near her, so that's what I did. I rolled off the stiff couch, my feet hitting the carpet floor. I waddled over, wrapped in a blanket over to Sage, gently prodding at her side.
"Sage." I whispered, trying to wake her up. Automatically she turned around sleepily, rubbing her gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Yes?" She mumbled.
I smirked a tad, she looked so cute when she slept.
"I can't sleep, can I lay with you?" I asked sleepily, yawning in between words.
Sage blushed gently, yawning. She moved her blanket over to make space for me. "Jump right in, girl." She whispered.
I shuffled into where she made space for me. There wasn't much room so we were extremely close. I felt all the curves of her body pressed against me. The welling warmth coming from her. I felt so comfy. I breathed in her sweet scent like it was my air. I rolled over so I lay on my side facing her, and as I saw her sleepy eyes and plump lips I blushed.
"Hi." I whispered softly, as she put her soft hand against my face, holding it gently.
"Hi." She whispered back, moving her lips closer to mine. I felt butterflies kick at my stomach. Electricity surging through my tired body. Our faces slowly moved closer to one another, until our lips finally connected. I felt myself get warmer, like the sun was right infront of me. I kept our lips connected, kissing longer and deeper like we were one anothers air. It was like I jumped into a big deep hole, falling and falling until we took a breath. But as soon as our lips connected again I fell even further. I bit her lip gently, like it was a ripe, luscious strawberry I coukdn't resist but bite.
I was right. The sun WAS right in front of me, she is my sunshine. In such a gloomy and lifeless moment, she made it all better.
We sat up, face to face. We stared at eachother for a moment, like we were surveying art in a world famous art gallery. Once we caught our breathe, realizing what was happening, we both move forward, our lips colliding like waves crashing against the rocks that lined the ocean.
Sage ran her smooth hands along my body, holding my hips. She kissed me deeply like it was her air. Then she broke the kiss, moving back and staring into my eyes. She continued to kiss me, I kissed her back. She moved her lips down my neck, leaving pink, purple and blue toned hickeys across my light mocha toned skin. I almost let out a soft moan, but kept it in.
As we kissed, I ran my hands down to her booty, holding it as i moved her perfect body against mine. We stopped kissing for a moment to just look at one another, appreciating one another.
"We should sleep," I whispered softly.
Sage smiled, holding my hips and staring into my eyes.
"I like you already." She said, ignoring what I said and laying down on her side. I blushed, smiling and moved down behind her, wrapping my arms around her.
YOU ARE READING
Lotus
RomanceAquila is a 15-year-old vietnamese-Dominican teen living in British Columbia, Canada. Her life is somewhat stable until the worst thing possible happens. Her father turns her and Aquilas mother in for drug use, and abandons the family. Aquila is aut...