I woke up the next morning cradled in Mitch’s arms. The blanket that had been spread under us was now curled up around us, mainly me. It was a nice, cool morning, and I closed my eyes again. I snuggled closed into Mitch’s side and felt him pull me closer.
“You up?” I whispered. I could feel his nod and I moved my head so that I could see his face. His eyes were watching me closely.
“Morning,” he said and I smiled. The sun was low in the sky, and I figured it was around seven.
“I hope you weren’t planning on going to school today,” I said. He gave a crooked grin.
“Not really. When’s Alec planning on coming home?” I shrugged.
“No clue. He went over to Emma’s last night.” I made a face and Mitch laughed.
“Lovely. Thank you for sharing. Well, if I ever knew Alec, he won’t be home until noon-ish. We’ve got time to kill.” He curled me closer to him.
“Let’s play twenty questions, the get-to-know-you version. I’ll go first,” I say. “What’s your favorite cereal?”
“Lucky charms. Now it’s my turn. Favorite food?”
“Hmmm…..anything Italian or Greek. I can’t narrow it down any more than that. Wait, I really like Indian food. And Japanese sushi. I love Chinese, too, though. Darn it, I love food.” Mitch laughed and I pouted. “Leave me alone. And now it’s my turn. What’s your ideal vacation?”
“Anywhere in Greece. I love the colors, the sea, everything about it.”
“Me too! That’s my dream get-away. Oh, sorry, it’s your turn.”
“I know it is. What’s your ideal date?” I paused to think about this one.
“It’s at a park at night…on the swings, just squishing my toes in the sand. I know, it’s boring and sounds mushy, but seriously, I think that’s perfect.” I blush and look down; glad Mitch can’t see my face. I notice the silence and continue to ask him the next question.
“What’s your biggest fear?” Silence meets my question and I don’t know if he’s going to answer.
“I’m most frightened of losing everything. Of having everything gone in an instant. I am so scared of losing everything, everyone I love. That’s my biggest fear in life.” I nodded and moved so that I was on his chest. His eyes landed on a piece of hair that was falling in my face. He moved it ever so gently with his hand, his palm caressing my cheek. I leaned into his hand and watched as his eyes came back to mine. “That’s why you can’t leave me,” he said. I smiled.
“I won’t,” I whispered. I leaned forward until our foreheads were touching. “I won’t.” I closed my eyes as he moved forward and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was over as soon as it started; too soon. “Your turn,” I said.
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The Summer Affair
Teen FictionHer best friend is dead. Her brother's an alcoholic. Her parents are never there. Life is hard for Anna, but she's never been one to give up. Lately, though, she's been struggling to cope with her own problems, let alone adding a guy into the mi...
