Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Drabble Day 18

The beach fire burns in the background. I smell the wood as it crackles, ash floating into the air periodically.

I want him, want him to touch me, kiss me, whatever he wants.

Still, he sits on the other side of the camp fire taunting me. Glancing my way now and then.

I pull my hood up and close my eyes, done with games.

“Wanna go smoke?”

His voice his me like a bucket of cold water.


My exterior hides the mess of nerves I am inside.

Thirty minutes later, we’re sitting on the asphalt, touching and making out.

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