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- 3 days earlier- 

Holding her hand as I walk down the street. She looked beautiful. Like always. My whole time away from her, I was thinking about her. Lunch came around. I treated her like a queen. My one and only. She made me happy. I was done being a player and a piece of meat. For her. I was changing for her. No other girl has done that to me before. This could be a turning point for me. Question is can I give that life up. When the end of the day roll around we walked home together. I held her hand tight, all the way up to my room.

We got to studying and we kinda just started fooling around. I liked this. No sex, no serious making out. Just us, being us. "Matty can you make me a promise." She asked. "Of corse." I replyed "Don't chase other girls." "Your the only one I'm chasing." Giving her a quick kiss and we kept fooling around. I haven't seen my other "tutor" for 3 weeks. It's like near the end of Feburary. "We have almost been together a month." "Your counting?" "Yeah I am, It's important." "I'm important to you." "Of corse you are I love you to the moon and back." She started smiling and blushing. "Your amazing." She said. I just kept looking at her. "What?" She asked. "You got a beautiful smile." I said. "No." She said blushing more. "Your blushing is cute too." "Stop Matt your the one making me blush." She said to me trying to hide her face "Then ill just tickle you." I said scooting closer to her. "No!" She yelled out. "Yes." I said putting my hands on her hips and dragging her closer to me. "Matt no!" She said putting her hands on my chest. "Matt stop!" "Okay I won't." I said. She took a deep breath and I looked into her beautiful eyes. Then I put my lips on her neck. She put her hands on the side of my head and felt her fingers touch my hair. "I kissed her neck slowly. I heard her moan a bit. Made me get a feeling in my stomic. I got to her jaw line and then our forheads rested agenst each other. "I love you Matt." "I love you Kaylie."

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