When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 11:Millie

I couldn't be there any longer. I was about to walk but Stefan held my hand and pulled me back. I turned about  to pull away but he got hold of my shoulder, pulled me in and his lips touched mine. I was about to kiss him back but then pulled away realising this would never happen and now we couldn't even be friends. He looked at me hurt and confused.

"I'm sorry,"I said. I walked back fighting back tears. He got my hand. "Damn it Stefan! Let go", I whined.

"No..let me say something. Look our ..worlds are far apart. You have your dreams and I'm stuck in a caravan but there is no harm in giving this a shot." I stared.

"But Nana, your dad?"

He shrugged. "We'll see and I want to try but only if your willing." We just stood there. He was holding my waist and then pulled me in for a hug and I held him tight not wanting to let go. He kissed me again. My hands were in his hair. it really was thick and soft and his lips were strong and his cold hands held my waist. I finally let go letting our noses touch and then he sucked at my lower lip making the hairs on my back stand.. I stroked the back of his neck with one hand and held his shoulder with the other. "I've gotta go", I whispered into the cold air.

"A minute more,"he whispered back. One of his hands cupped my cheeks. Our foreheads touched and he reluctantly let go.

I didn't sleep well for 2 weeks after that. But, that didn't stop me from jumping oh him whenever we were alone. Stefan had turned into a gentleman, waiting for me to make the first move and that was seldom not often. I hadn't told Gran and Grandpa. it's the first time I hadn't told them something. Yet, some of the villagers had seen us together and the gang knew.

Oh there goes the bell! The college day is over.

"So what are you planning today?", asked lauren, my  friend as we packed our stuff.

"Um..I'm gonna go out."

"With..the gypsy lover?"

"It's only been two weeks, too early to call  anything."

"Oh really?" That sounded sarcastic.

"Yeah.."

"Ben says he saw you and gypsy boy having a nice shagging session in lover boy's truck." Curse shrimp boy. That was Stefan's nickname for him. The two got on well. But it was easy to get along with Ben because he's quite friendly and clearly not one of the sharpest minds out there. I was starting to have my doubts about his sharpness though since he knew his biology too well. "No worries..even I wouldn't mind a good smooching session with gypsy boy. But what would your grand parents say about his tattoo."

"Well..I haven't thought that far." She noticed his tattoo! I wanted to tell her to lay off.

But if people have been seeing us then that means Gran and Grandpa would know. They're just waiting for me to tell them. Stefan picked me up at college. He took me to Brighton for a day.