YOUR DAISY

Chapter 12

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What she was about to do was absolutely insane; she was aware of that.

The decision of accepting Karlie's proposal made her anxious in the best way possible, as her feet dragged her through the long dark hallways towards the small storage room. Her mother had always told her to be reasonable, to always be aware of the consequences that would follow her actions. However, right now, the rational part of her being was far gone; it slipped away from her body with every step she took towards the storage room, her lips slightly parted and her hands clasped together. Her pace was quick, oblivious to the risk she was taking as her shoes glided along the cobblestone. It was as if she didn't care about the possibility of running into a nun; it was as if she cared about nothing at all, not even about the fact that she was going against the rules and committing sinful behavior. She already felt the burning tongues of flames of Hell grazing her feet, as if it was a warning from God, telling her that she would end up there if she didn't stop whatever her and Karlie were doing. But, God, whenever she thought about putting an end to whatever her relationship with the brunette was, whenever she thought about regretting it all, the images of that kiss came flooding back inside her brain, drowning all the remorse, all the concerns.

That single kiss was worth all of the pain, all of the consequences they would face, if it meant that more kisses like that one would be in their future. Karlie was worth it. She knew it from the very first time she had started feeling these emotions for her, it was just that denial was keeping her away from the brunette. She would relive their first kiss again and again, if only she could turn back time. When Karlie had pressed her lips against hers, she had been so shocked that she hadn't even enjoyed it. She blamed herself for not properly remembering the taste of Karlie's thin lips, and this made her accelerate her pace even more, as she finally turned around the corner and was finally walking down the last corridor that separated her from her friend. Taylor reached the wooden door, taking a deep breath, repeating to herself, this is worth it, before grabbing the doorknob and pushing it open. Knocking hadn't been the first thought she had in mind a few seconds ago, but as soon as she saw the brunette's frightened and mild surprised expression, she immediately regretted it. She wanted to apologize, for having been so reckless and for having scared her, but the words died in her throat; Karlie was still wearing the white kirtle from the holy celebration, and that could mean that she had gone straight to the storage room when she had exited the church. Taylor doesn't know what that fact meant, but she locked the door behind her back nevertheless, her stare always trained on her friend. The taller girl completely faced her, just two meters separating their bodies as they stared into each other's soul.

Taylor took a step forward, decreasing the distance between them as she swallowed thickly. The more she moved closer, the more she felt her body go on fire. "I feel it, too," the words were inaudible, but the silence had been so deafening that Karlie heard them anyway. The brunette kept quiet, her mouth forming a slight pout as she watched the blonde shift closer. Taylor wanted to touch her, to feel the silky fabric of her clothing slide against her fingertips; and so, she did just that. She reached forward and placed her hands against her collarbones, her hands closing into fists and holding onto the white satin. That action brought the brunette girl even closer, their height difference evident as Karlie had to duck her head in order to look at Taylor in the eyes. The blonde wanted to say more just to fill the tense silence, but what she did next was completely out of her control; Taylor leaned in quickly, puckering her lips and overlapping them with her friend's. They lacked experience, but even though the blonde didn't know what she was doing, she pushed her body against Karlie's, their noses bumping gently and awkwardly. They stayed like that for a few seconds, their eyes closed shut, their lips sealed.