just one day

29.

I laid on Yoongi's bare chest, as he held me. The cold weather was no longer what I was feeling. I watched as his chest falls and lifts repeatedly.

I could already tell it was going to awkward between us. Any time there's another step in our relationship it's awkward, mainly because I make it awkward.

See Yoongi? He's probably used to it. The feeling of having someone to love and having that someone love you back. But me?

Like I said the last time I was in relationship was in tenth grade, and know in HighSchool you swear you're love when we don't even know what love is.

I hear him grunt meaning he was slowly waking up. My heart drops, was it weird that I wanted more time of him sleeping so I could watch him.

"hey" his raspy voice speaks.

"h-hi" my voice cracks at how long I haven't had water in a while. He looks down at me, eyes not leaving off of me.

Both of us half naked under the sheets, skin touching each other. He clears his throat to ease the tension, which happens to make even worst.

"so" he starts off the conversation. My eyes wandered everywhere in the small room, everywhere but at him.

"did I hurt you?", He questions.

Yes. But none to the point where I couldn't walk. It was more pleasure then pain if that made sense. The pain itself was bearable, but the pleasure was better then I expected.

I opened up my myself to him, making me more vulnerable to him. He didn't have control over me but he did effect me.

"No", I respond calmly. Rethinking about how we made love in a shed, not only to stay warm but to open another door in our relationship.

"H-how was I?", I asked him wanting to know if I was good enough. Good enough for him of course.

Not knowing how many different girls he's probably been with, I can assure you I was most likely the only black girl.

"What do you mean", he questioned, before turning to me. Oh great, now I'd have to explain the question to him.

"I mean— was I okay?", I asked him unsure how to ask the question, my eyes avoiding his.

"You? You were amazing.... the best I ever had"
I looked up causing our eyes to finally meet, I guess surprised he said that.

The best? I'm pretty sure he was lying. So the only thing I responded was a "oh" causing him to arch his brow at me.

"you don't believe me?" He asks knowing me.

"n-no. I do. It's just.... I mean... you've been with a lot of girls a— he cuts me off feeling as if i offended him, "and?" He asks me.

"Its— it's just hard to believe that I was the best... you ever had"

I confess exactly how I was feeling, maybe he was lying to spare my feelings or something.

"believe or not. It's true" he states causing me to nod in understanding. I was about to say something when something unexpected caught both of our attention.

"are you guys alright?" a unfamiliar voice asked causing both of us to sit up quickly.

I breathed heavily, as I grabbed the sheet to cover my half naked body looking up to see two men wearing rescue coats.

One of them must've called for an emergency rescue after they realized I didn't find Yoongi.

I swallowed hard as I could tell my cheeks were blushing at how embarrassing this was.