Lunar, after telling an unforgivable fib to bed her long time crush, embarks on a downward spiral of events ensuing her lie. Join her on her quest of finding love and happiness, all while concealing the truth about herself, and in the end making a l...
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The room was dark, illuminated only by the television on the wall.
After the carnival, the two had opted to meet at a park. It was secluded, ducked off even but proximately close enough to walk from Lunar's home.
Now there they were, wrapped in each other's arms watching nothing in particular.
"You hungry?" His words made Lunar's head rumble against his chest. Sure she was hungry, but she didn't want him to move. Being wrapped in his arms was a better feeling then finally lying in bed after a long stressful day.
"I am, but I can wait."
Looking down at the girl, Tremaine smiled.
"Sit up."
Upon hearing his words, Lunar frowned before obliging. It wasn't long before she felt his masculine arms snake around her waist. By now she was looking down at him, as he looked up at her.
For a while he just examined her body, taking in every curve and bump.
She was beautiful.
Perfect even.
"You are so beautiful Lunar."
If it weren't for the darkness in the room, you would have seen the rosy blush that immediately took over Lunar's face.
She took her lip in between her teeth as she looked at Tremaine. "Thank you."
Nodding his head slightly, he stood from his seat to tower over her, before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I wanna try something with you."
Watching his lips upturn to a smirk, Lunar's heart beat quickened in her chest.
"What's that?"
He didn't respond, instead he brushed past her going to a corner and retrieving what appeared to Lunar to be a camera.
"Take off your shorts." His voice was low as he circled around to be in front of her watching her every move.
Lunar was skeptical, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen everything already.
Hooking her thumbs in the waist of her shorts, she pulled them down letting it fall to the ground. Tremaine sat merely 3 inches away watching as she stepped out of her jeans.
Lightly taking her hand in his, Tremaine led the way to his 'special room.'
Four plain white walls enclosed by a simple wooden door.
His thinking place.
And she had been the only one to see it.
"Have a seat right there." Pointing to the empty spot on the floor, Lunar took a seat admiring the sun's light.
