I, nineteen year old Cara Helmes savor the feel of my crush, Cane Anthony so close to me.
We were trapped in a closet with little or no room in it, which I am grateful for as I stare into his beautiful eyes.
I could kiss him here, trapped in this dingy closet, pressed against each other, I could but I wouldn't, for the crush was one-sided, and I was too much of a coward to say anything.
At the same time though, my sanity is being tested right now, as we are so close I could smell both his shampoo and conditioner, so my resistance is on a very thin rope.
Subconsciously, my face inches closer, startling him, he clears his throat while trying to shimmer backwards.
My face flushes at this and I immediately try to look away when my head hits the closet door.
Great.
So wonderful.
My cheeks instinctively redden more and I inwardly curse.
Cane seems on the verge of laughter as his mouth twitches uncontrollably. His look is amusing and I giggle, playfully shoving his shoulder.
I regret that.
He trips on some shoes, taking me down with him and we land in an uncomfortable mess, our body parts entangled.
I groan and I hear profanities escape Cane's lips and giggle again.
I pay for that as he shimmers closer to me, digging my back into the closet.
It hurts but I don't mind as we are now inches away from kissing again.
He tries to shift back after realizing that, but I grab his hand, or what I think is his hand and pull him closer.
Nose touching I can feel his breath on my face now and I search his purplish sapphire eyes.
He stares at me with an indecipherable expression, and I stare back with restrained desire.
I am inching closer before I can even think about it and we are centimeters away when the unimaginable happened.
The closet door is opened.
We fall in an entangled heap and pain rushes up my spine as I took most of the fall.
The figure of a woman stands above me, which I realize soon is my mother.
I quickly disentangle myself from Cane and hop up, bribing my mother with a hug.
It doesn't work as her stern expression is plastered on her face.
"Mother...
I chime in a sing-song tone.
..Cane and I were just hanging out y'now, ticking hanging out in a closet off our bucket list....Tick!"
I finish, awkwardly chuckling.
The stern face remains, and she crosses her arms.
Oh no.
Cane quickly scrambles up, awkwardly nodding his head at my mom politely.
She stares at us for what seemed like a million years before turning around.
"Follow me"
She mutters.
I gulp.