Body And Soul: J.JK

45. my little world

I lay next to him again.
"That doesn't really depend on us"
My voice comes out scared and insecure, mirroring my feeling at the moment.

He opens his eyes wider.
She is concerned as well.
A moment later his expression becomes calmer.
"I kind of heard your mom earlier"
There is always that possibility.
"Really?"
"Yes"
He seems to understand.
I'm about to sit up on the bed but he grabs my forearm and pulls me down next to him again.
"Let's not leave this position for as long as we can"
He says. A begging tone in his words.
I turn my head to look at him again since that's all I want to do most of the time.
It feels like my eyes cant get enough.
He is everything. He has always been.
And now, he is my everything and I feel so lucky to be able to call him that.
I will tell him all of that sometime soon.
I need the moment to be right.
Even though it always is when it comes to expressing your feelings.

I want to hold him tight and never leave him.
Never forget the sense of his presence near me.
It's as if he reads my thoughts he grabs my waist and pulls me on top of him again.
"I think this one is better"
He smiles looking straight in my eyes as my face is one breath away from his, my weight almost fully resting on his body.
I feel his warm hands getting inside my tshirt caressing my back slowly and softly.
"I really dont know what they'll do if dad finds out"
I speak lowly.
"If he finds out"
He smirks and I roll my eyes. Really?
"We both know that he will find out eventually"
"There is no way I stop seeing you"
His palm covers my cheek.
His eyes piercing through mine.
He means it.
I lean in a few inches more and my lips take his softly.
A second later I hear footsteps and I'm quick to jump off the bed and lock my door.
Oh
My
God
I stopped breathing.
"So it wasn't locked"
He says, voice lower than before.
"It wasn't and that's your fault. You wouldn't let me leave the bed"
I whisper.
"I'm sorry.."
He pouts. This boy..
I approach him, sitting on the bed next to him and he places me on his lap.
I put my hands on each side of his face and my thumbs brush his cheeks.
He looks up at me.
"Its okay"
I giggle and he smiles.

"How will I get out of here without anyone noticing?"
His eyebrows raise
"I think it would be better to wait for them to go to work"
I say, not knowing what the best plan is yet.
He nodds, trusting my decision and falls back on my bed pulling me with him.
I laugh.
I feel free. Like he is my small little world that I want noone to mess with.
My beautiful escape.
My first love.