I WALK WITH HIS hand in my hand completely flourishing feeling like I'd melt into a puddle both because of the strong heat and because of the feeling of my cells' excitement from his sweaty hand, still, he hasn't let go of it and neither will I, I guess. He pulls his hand away and wipes it on his shirt, "Do you wanna go inside because it's super hot out." He says panning his shirt out. I want to take his shirt off and wear it soggy and dripping with his sweat.
"Sure," the words escape my mouth. We walk around the mini circle of the neighborhood. He leads me inside his house. I've been here before the same white walls construct the foyer leading up to carpeted stairs to the rooms, the living room's big with an arched entrance leaving the dining room and starting up again into a tiny room in the kitchen area. He gestures to come upstairs with him and I follow. The hall is dim from the lack of a ceiling light, but the walls' lights look way better. When I enter the refreshing smell of his cologne, his things are in the same position as the time I left all the way up until now. I sit criss-cross on his bed as he dances to the rhythm of a song that plays from his phone. He wiggles his butt and does the stinky leg. I crack up. When I'm out of breath, from laughing so hard, he plops on his bed beside me. My insides warm up again. I glaze at his face. I've never been this close to him I didn't know he has faint freckles sprouted across the top of his feminine nose. It's so cute. I smile uncontrollably. He simmers in closer, while I'm unable to move as if I'm frozen in place. I close my eyes and feel the pressure of flesh to flesh pressing into one another. When he slowly pulls away I flourish and immediately look at my tennis shoes twisting my nervous hands in my lap. I feel him scoot closer to me. I slowly lift my head, meeting his eyes. His voice calmly swims in my ear like a stream of water filling my insides, "Is this...your first time?" I nod wanting to do it again but his brother bursts through his room. "Can you ever knock?!"
"No, Gramma needs us, and were you two--"
"Okay, okay just...go, please?" He says.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes as if he wasn't the one that barged in on us. A while after Felix is done with whatever downstairs, he says, "Indie, let me show you something, okay?"
I stand up with the guide of his hand carrying me away to the glistening sunset--well it's raining out and thunder booms from the outside world--but he makes it all go away. I quickly grab a hoodie from a box on his bed and hurried out the door into the garage. His garage is decorated with stars on the roof and painted planets all over the walls. The light is motion censored, the garage has LED lights strung amongst the ceilings perfect for nighttime. "I wish I could spin the night," I admit looking around the garage.
"I wish you could, too," he says helping me in the car and closing my door. He gets in and slowly crashing his lips into mine catching me off guard. I don't know why I always feel good after every kiss, I know this is only the second kiss he's giving me, but it feels like butterflies, and my lips tingle when we're done. We slowly get into the rain as it hits the car and the windows in a slow pounding rhythm. He glances at the hoodie I have on. I read it; girls' softball is plastered on it. "Do you have a little sister?"