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There was a kind of ritual when the band was touring on Big Bertha. If we were far from our destination, we would all hang out in our bunks or play video games in the back lounge. The closer we got to our stop for the night, the more we all hung out in the front of the bus, looking out the windows and joking around as we eagerly anticipated being able to stretch our legs and maybe even explore a new city.
On this one particular night, everyone except Adonis and I had gone to the front of the bus. He and I lingered in the bunk area, standing just a few feet apart from each other. Even with the door closed we could hear Angelo clowning around to make everyone laugh.
I think that Adonis and I both realized at the same time that we were alone for once. I wanted him to kiss me, but I was afraid to make the first move and have him turn me down. The strength of my feelings for him, along with this awkward situation, made me more reserved than I would have been with another guy in another place.
Nonetheless, bit by bit, we began drawing closer together as we talked. Well, to be honest, I was nervously backing up as he gradually came toward me. Adonis had his back to the door leading to the front lounge area; I kept taking little steps away from him. I was breathing harder now, my face flushed and hot as I wondered, Is this really going to happen?
I couldn't deny my desire any longer. I was too overcome by Adonis's presence, as if he were a magnet and I were merely a sliver of steel. He held me in place with his body, those eyes on mine. I stopped moving backward and leaned on the closet door with my left shoulder. Adonis took another step toward me. There was nothing else that either of us could do at that moment but kiss.
So we did.
And what a kiss it was. I had never kissed a boy with so much depth or feeling. There was no stopping me, or this.
We kissed for several minutes, our bodies pressed close together, while he bent down a little and tightly wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing himself into me while simultaneously pulling me into him. I felt pure bliss, despite this little voice in my head saying, You're dead; Abraham is going to kill you.
All of a sudden, the door to the bunk area flew open behind Adonis, letting all of the noise and laughter from the front lounge spill in. I felt all the blood rush from my face as we quickly broke apart, and I let out a little squeal as I concealed myself in one of the bunks. As I looked up at Adonis, he was playing it cool, but I could tell that he, too, was a little too frightened to turn around. Had his father seen us?
In a split second, though, I knew it was cool. The intruder wasn't Abraham, but Diane, our backup vocalist and the girl I usually roomed with on the road.
