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XXI

XXI

Alexander David Turner

SHOCKED THAT SHE fell, I grabbed her hand in an attempt to help her up, yet fell down on top of her. Kimberly's blue eyes looked up at me, and she bit her lip nervously. If I'm honest, this position didn't bother me apart from knowing that my heavy weight was bound to crush her frail body.

I got off her, but my leg was unnoticably intertwined with hers that caused her to go on top of me, making our previous roles reversed. God, I could stay like this forever, her messy blonde hair sprawled over me, and her tiny body on top of mine.

We just stayed like that for moments, admiring each other. Well, I was, I don't know about her. She was looking at me though, perhaps, if I was lucky she was staring? I don't know anymore. Does she still have feelings for me? I feel like I know her but at the same time it feels like she is impossible to read.

"Sorry," she blushes, and tries to get off me but falls again. It's like God put some sort of glue between us.

Best make use of it, because let's face it. I don't mind one bit.

I smirk and hesitantly join my lips to hers and I am immediately greeted with a feeling of Kim's lips, a feeling that I have been wanting ever since I laid eyes on her.  She hesitates before smiling into the kiss, and loving it almost as much as me. I'm welcomed with her heat, her radiation. This is what felt like home; being near her.

Her small hands run through my jelled hair, and I groan. I missed that, I missed it so fucking much. My hands rest on her pale cheeks, as my fingers caressed them from time to time. Slowly my hands went down to her upper body and gradually to her lower body, as I lifted her skirt and rubbed her right thigh. She didn't stop me once.

She removes her lips from mine causing me to pout. She giggles, as her tiny hands attempt to unbutton my shirt, and leaves her blessed hickeys all over my neck and chest. "You're so beautiful," she breathes.

"Must have gotten it from you," I smile and she rolls her eyes playfully. I missed her so fucking much. "My turn," I whisper, and she bites her lip as I unbutton her slightly damp white blouse. It was time for me to leave my not so special hickeys all over her precious neck and chest. She covers her stomach and I take her hands off. "None of this bullshit. Okay?" I say softly and kiss her hand.

This whole experience felt like a dream, too incredible, too amazing to be true. Leaving a final kiss on her chest, I button up her slightly wet shirt. I help her get up, as I eventually get up myself.

"Do you have some spare clothes in your locker?" I ask, and she licks her lips as she shakes her head.

"I have my knee socks, I don't have a top though."

"That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" I smirk, coming closer towards her, and she pushes me straight off.

"Piss off," she giggles, as I smile and give her a forehead a kiss.

"I've got a Lacoste on me, d'you want it?" I offer, and she hums in response. "Well?"

"What colour is it?" She asks, looking up at me. She didn't have to look that high up. We didn't have much of a height difference.

"Picky," I joke as I poke her sides. Squealing uncontrollably, she wriggles out of my grip and giggles. She looked her finest when she laughed, I think most people do. It's the state of pure joy, if the laugh was real, and oh my was her laugh real. I often got confused as to whether I was hearing a harmony sung by angels, or just Kim's laugh.  Raising the middle finger, she causes me to chuckle. "Ey, I hear ya, love. It's sky blue," I speak and put my hands up in surrender.