A teenage Muslim's story

She was going to do every thing she once couldn't.
This time she was going to change into something darker and uglier.
sam stepped closer and got on her tippy toes and kissed him.
But he pulled away after couple of kisses .
Sam: what? Did i do something wrong? Am i bad kisser?
Damien: no, you didn't do any thing wrong. And frankly you kiss better than the others i had kissed but....
Sam inturpted " there is always a but. Is it a good but??"
Damien: i don't think so. But you are drunk and i can't take advantage of you espically after what you have been through.
Sam: goodbye, Daimy.
Damien: daimy?? What is that?
Sam: your nickname.
Damien: i don't like it, sammy.
Sam: you are a good friend.
And she gave him a hug and damien said " we just met how could you know that??"
Sam: i feel it. I believe i can trust you.
And she pulled away " bye, Damien"
Damien : i wish we met in a better time.
sam: me too.