Love is Only a Word

Intro

“You know I love you, right?” Kenny said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder tighter and closer.

 I just smiled and pushed a strand of my uncooperative brown hair behind my ear. I looked at his eyes, which were shining at a perfect brightness. He had his goofy smile on his face, and his nose wrinkled up. I’m sitting on his lap, like a five year old would do their dad, but this relationship between us is much more intimate. His body felt so warm against mines, and I didn’t want to let go. I want to stay in his arms forever. Run away together into the outside world, and discover new things as one identity.

“I love you most though,” I simply reply, smiling back at him.

He gently lifts my neck up with his unoccupied hand. As I faces meet, our lips brush up against each other in a rhythmic pattern. The pattern speeds up until I am lying on top of him. A couch in the middle of my living room isn’t the most romantic place to make out with someone on, but anywhere with Kenny satisfied me enough.

As things got more intense, his hands moved further down to my pants. I kissed more aggressively as he unbuttoned the top of my jeans. I didn’t stop him. Instead, I struggle but successfully take off his t-shirt. I slowly grind on top of him, to get him hard. He calls my name so softly, and then he starts to yell it. I smile at his horniness.

“Tia…..Tia……” He moans repeatedly.

“TIA!!!!”                                                         

“What?” I ask loudly, almost ready to choke my mom for waking me in the middle of my love session.

“Wake up! You’re going to miss your bus. I don’t have time to wake you up all the time. You need to learn how to wake your own damn self!” She fusses out of my room. I groan and put my head under my pillow and do a quiet scream.

Why can’t I just FUCKING have him?!?!