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Abby

I’m writing in my diary as I hear knocking at the door. Weird, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I go to the door and look through the peephole. My heart starts beating faster. I open the door.

“Ve? What are you doing here?”

“I thought that since the weather is so nice, you might want to go for a walk with me.”

My folks are at my aunt’s and I’m alone at home, but I don’t want to invite him in. I can’t be sure when they’ll be back. And I’m not allowed to have any guests without Dad’s say so. So instead we go to the park.

“Want to sit down?” I ask, seeing a bench nearby.

“Sure.”

I launch myself in its direction, and Ve follows me.

“I won!” I cry and laugh.

I take a seat, and he lays down with his head in my lap. He’s so close to my pussy it’s making my skin crawl with goosebumps.

We talk about the clouds, their shapes, and travel. Ve tells me about Christopher Columbus and America. He’s getting more interesting by the minute. I’m becoming certain that this man isn’t the way he seems. He only shows the world what he wants, keeping the real him a secret. I knew it, like I could read his energy. I can see deeper, feel deeper, and notice the boy who hides beneath the mask of a tough guy, a troublemaker. Really, he’s just afraid to be hurt. I think it’s his way of dealing with difficulties. Maybe it’s something about his family, relations with his close ones, or his childhood. He’s doing his best to hide his soul.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.

“You,” I say.

“And what does that smart little head of yours think?”

“That I like spending time with you,” I reply, skipping most of what I thought. I wouldn’t want to scare him off with my clear-sightedness.

I pick up a leaf of grass and put it in my mouth, listening to his tales of vacations at his grandma’s house and the pranks he used to play on his sisters. Now I’m lying in his lap. Once every so often, he lightly brushes my hand or my cheek. It’s so blissful. Each moment spent with this boy makes me fall for him even more. I don’t want this moment to end. Unpleasant thoughts about returning home start clouding my mind.

“Ve, we need to head back. My parents are probably already looking for me.”

He leans over and takes my face in his slender hands, leaving a long kiss on my lips.

“What’s that for?” I ask, surprised by his move.

“I just couldn’t resist.” He smiles.

When we draw near the apartment block, Ve takes my hand, pulls me closer, and embraces me closely. It feels so good.

The next day I wake up beaming. So this is how it’s supposed to work, huh? My first thought is about Ve. What’s he doing, how was his night, and what does he think about me? I didn’t suspect that boy would be able to intrigue me so much.

The week drags on terribly. I have a lot on my plate at school, so when Friday finally comes, I take Vicky out for a beer. Out of the blue, Ve and Myro join us on the way. Together, we decide to go to a place called Lost Yourself.

“Will you finally tell me your name?” I ask.

“Why? Don’t you like Ve?” he replies with a grin.

“I do, very much. It’s so original. But you know my name.”

“Connor. Connor Wilson.” He extends his hand, pretending we’re just meeting each other for the first time. I giggle.

“Abigail. Abigail Brooks.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, gorgeous,” he says, charming me with that sexy voice of his anew.

Myro and Vicky go out for a smoke. Meanwhile, Ve talks a bit more about himself. I’m starting to like him even more. I suspect my inquisitive and penetrating mind can read that boy like an open book. Everything he says is as I suspected.

Sometime later, we go back to our block. It’s dark already. We’re walking along a street I know pretty well, passing rows of houses, when Ve suddenly takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine. That jolt of energy passes through me again. A roaring inferno blazes down my body, starting with the head and ending in my pussy. My heart is racing. That will never stop surprising me. Never! The feeling is of a sort of energy passing through our joined hands. The first time that current shook me was when we met, then at the bus when the driver slammed his foot on the brake pedal, and I landed in Ve’s arms, and the last—not counting this one—when we were leaving Lost of Memories. None has ever been so strong. The jolts seem to be gaining in strength each time we get close to each other and learn things about one another. This gesture was so sweet… More intimate than the most passionate kiss. I allow him to hold my hand. I love it. Feelings of bliss and intimacy overcome me. He did it without warning, with a confidence so great, it in itself is a turn-on. At the same time, I get suddenly agitated and unsettled, but it’s after dark, so I can pass the street unnoticed.

Myro and Vicks leave us by the door, and Ve and I take the elevator. He’ll walk me to the apartment. As soon as the elevator door slides shut, I press my lips to his. He opens his mouth slightly, letting our love-starved tongues touch. He runs his fingers through my hair, gently pulling me towards himself. My breath, already quickened, increases in pace even more. My body burns. I want this moment to last forever. The elevator stops, and reluctantly we draw apart. Ve brushes my lips with his thumb and places one more kiss on them.

Sleep is a long time coming that night. It’s such an incredible, one-of-a-kind experience. A feeling like a warm Caribbean wave breaking over me. The memory alone makes my heart leap up in bliss. My Ve…