When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 12: Stefan

"....What happened to the days

when everything seemed

as it should be.

Now i am confused,

unknowing of what to do

yet happy because

I know it is right."

I love you Millie...Millie I love you. Was this too early? No tell her.

"Millie.."  We were at Brighton for the day. I parked at the beach and both of us were sitting cross legged in the back of the truck watching the beach. She was, I was watching her back. She turned to  and I lost it completely. Must have been her red sleeveless top. It got me going.

"What?"

"I..uh..I wanna show you my tattoo." Oh so smooth. Don't you think?

"Now?" I chewed on my lip and nodded. I pulled my shirt off before she could say anything. She looked at my torso (Did I mention I have an eight pack. It's from working out in the mornings. ..100  push ups a day) but then she quickly turned to the dragon shoulder and her face spread into an impressed smile. Atleast the tattoo had found a cause. She was a little nervous but then smoothed it with her finger. "It is so cool. I don't know why you regret having it."

I smiled remembering something about how a real lover loves  your defects as much as they love your good side even though I couldn't call her that yet. She leaned in and kissed me. I responded holding her face. I could feel her body getting close to mine and then her hands rested on my jeans..Uh Oh! I pulled away. She looked up and let go uncomfortably.

"Um..I'll go get jammy crepes. You haven't tried them. Have you?, I asked. " She shook her head. I pulled on my shirt , got out  and went to get a crepe. This was getting less uncomfortable  for me because she's always jumping on me. I enjoyed it but at times control was at stake and yes i mean self control. I felt so trapped around her. I haven't been making the first move because I don't know what I might do. Holding it in isn't easy.

I payed for the crepe and went back to the truck. What the... Was Millie looking at her..chest in the side mirror? I went behind and yup she certainly was looking at her chest.

"Why are you looking at your chest?", I asked. She turned.

"Oh..no I wasn't."

"I'm not blind Millie".

"Fine",she groaned. "I was but that's because you don't touch me. " I raised an eyebrow. "You admitted to feeling up Tara and that doesn't happen around me." Wow! I knew loads of guys who would want a girl like her? Not that I would give her away because I loved her. But I couldn't take liberties with her because her Grandpa seemed to trust her a lot and I didn't want him to lose that.

We walked down the beach taking alternate bites of the crepe. It was empty now and the pebbles on the ground felt cold. Go on tell her ..tell her...tell...Oh no! She bent down to pick up a pebble and her top exposed a bit of skin. I looked away but there was no point because it had already started.

"Look at this pebble Stef..What's up with you?,"she asked getting up.

"Um..you want to know why I don't..touch you?" I pulled her close. "Don't you see now?" She looked confused but quickly backed away looking down. "You don't know how hard it is to control that." Just like that, all talks of physical touching evaporated.

We reached the village at 11 pm. "I wanna see your caravan", she said.

"Now?" She nodded."Okay." No one saw us on the way, thank goodness. The lights wouldn't turn on when we got in so I lit a candle. "I'll get some diesel off Dad."

She got a hold of my hand. "It's fine", she said.

I watched as she moved around the dimly lit room stroking the kitchen counters and the small table. She then looked out of the window through the blinds. "I like it", she said. I went and got a hold of her waist from behind. She lulled against me. I kissed her shoulder. My lips travelled up her neck and then at her jaw. She turned and leaned against the wall. I let her have her wish as my hands were all over her as we kissed hard about to have something.

Her phone rang and she gasped letting go. I stayed ready to pounce again. I think she was all ready too because I noticed a hand on the hem of my jeans. "Oh, God it's Grandpa." She answered it. Hurry up!

"Where are you?!",he screamed. "It's past 11."

"I'm at a friend's..I might be staying over."

"No you come over. Right now!", he yelled.

"Okay..okay." I liked the fact that she was the kind of gorga that listened to her family but right now I wanted her to argue. She put the phone down and gave me an apolagetic look. I pulled away angrilly.

We walked through the woods without a word. Just before she moved into the street, I tugged her hand. We had a hug.

"I'm sorry", she whispered.

"It wasn't the right time",I mumbled. "Listen I wanted to tell you..." She let go. Go on, say it.

"Tell me what?" OH GOD!!! I am so nervous.

"What if.." I was going to say what if I was to tell you that I love you istead..."What if I die tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"That's it.I can die any time..any second. It's...well...Us Romanis believe that life is a really short privelege.  I'm not gonna try to persuade you if you don't accept because what I'm about to say might be too early for a gorga and I'm warning you from now things are just going to speed up."

"What are you saying?"

Seriously what am I saying? "You must think I've lost it." She certainly looked unsure. " I think I have because I'm crazy about you. I love you Millie." She looked blank. Oh no, prepare to be rejected. This boat is about to sink.

"I love you too." What?! She noddded. "I..I do too." YES! YES! YES! I looked down biting my lip, hoping that I could hide my red cheeks even though she wouldn't see them because it was dark save a street light on the other side. See I've lost it. All of a sudden, my lips were being kissed. Seriously I had hit the lottery even though we couldn't do 'it'... I sighed in ecstacy and then kissed her back. She was about to let go.  I sucked her lower lip. She giggled as we kissed again. Her damned phone rang so we reluctantly let go. She ran off. I turned to go back. The other five were hiding in the bushes with torches. They had smirks. I raised my eyes and pursed my lips emabarassed yet oh so happy. I was too happy to hit anyone.

"Naughty, naughty",teased Ferka. I smiled.

"You're just jealous", I said. We had a tiny party in the caravan. Tas brought two bottles of his Mum's home made brew that the adults had and never gave to us because it was so damn strong. We woke up late the next day with a horrid hang over. There was puke on the floor where Marko slept. The arse could have cleaned it up.