Song: Bright by Ecosmith

When I get back home all that is on my mind is his lips on mine, not just on my lips but along my neck and close to my ears, the tingling sensation that it left behind. His hands on my body, the way they glided up my shirt and my body trying to reject the feeling but I kept telling myself that it's suppose to be a weird unknown feeling and that I will be fine. The way his hand cupped by breast on the outside of my bra but then gradually made its way back out of my shirt. A part of me wanted more but I'm glad he stopped when he did. I really don't know how much I could have handled. Thankfully, it started to get dark outside and he said we should be getting back before it got to do dark to see our way back. I also think it was his way of taking it slow.

I still fill his warm lips against mine as I look at myself in my mirror and bring my hand to my lips thinking of him. I get ready for bed and my phone dings. My heart skips a beat seeing that it is from him.

Kodiak: Good night my love

Ophelia: Awe. Good night

I sleep in the next day because my mind is flooded of moments with Kodiak. I thought about him all night long and still this morning he is on my mind. Is this love...I think so? I think I could get use to this feeling.

We don't hang out at all today because he has to help out at his house. I decide to stay in my room and draw in my sketch pad and then read a book. I also finish up any remaining homework to turn in tomorrow at school. Which I kind of dread going back. I just don't feel like hearing all the rumors you know what I mean.

I can hear the voices before I even go into the school. The eyes staring me down is enough to make my anxiety build up. I hurry to my first class and hand in my work. The teacher smiles at me. "Hope you are feeling better?"

I nod and sit down. I try to tune everyone out around me. I hear my name a time or two and since I really don't want to know what they are saying I put in my ear buds hoping the teacher won't say anything about it.

There is a light tap on my shoulder and I look up to see him looking down at me. I see his lips move and I know he says, 'Good morning' by reading his lips. Over the years I have mastered the skill of reading lips. I guess if I ever lose my hearing the good thing is I will still know what people are saying to me. I take out one of the ear buds.

"Good morning," I whisper back.

I watch as he takes his seat and I want to talk to him but everyone else around is so freaking nosey and I wish people would just mind their own freaking business. I hear someone on the other side of the room make a comment about the two of us and what I would like to do is stand up and yell out that it is no ones freaking business who I hang out with but I don't. After class he waits for me and walks me to my next class. He pecks me on the cheek and I hear a few girls chatting away about it. I'm sure by the end of the day everyone in this school will know that Kodiak and I are a thing.

I had hoped that we could spend a little time together after school but he has work. The next day he has band practice with the guys and I don't go to watch. We text each other back and forth and between classes we walk hand in hand but all week something has gotten in the way. Only one day was my fault because I had a therapy session that I had to go to.

When Friday comes around we plan on spending time with each other. We have plans to go to a movie. Yes a movie with plain popcorn and a sprite with no ice. That is what he text me anyway. I can't help but smile because  he knows me so well. I love how he thinks about me and makes sure that I'm fine.

I jump in the shower and get ready to go out. My parents are fine with it and are actually happy about me hanging out with him. If they only knew that we have kissed, that he has had his hands on me in more ways than one but they don't need to know that.

When he gets to my house it starts to rain. I am a little disappointed because I kind of wanted to ride on his bike. Instead we take my car. I drive. We stop to grab a bite to eat and then head to the movie theater. I let him hold my hand all through the movie even when he decides to put his arm around me and pull me into him. I'm so close that I can smell the body wash he used from the shower. I hate to admit that I almost fell asleep on him. After the movie we go back to my house. My parents also went out for the night and I am sure they won't be back till way after mid-night. So the house is empty.

"You want to come in for a while?" I ask him as he walks in behind me.

"Where are your parents?" He looks around the living room and down the hallway.

I smile from ear to ear. "Out...they go out quite often."

"You sure they don't mind me being here...alone with you?" He reaches for my hand and pulls me into him.

"I think it will be alright." I smile at him and turn to walk into the kitchen. "Do you need something to drink?"

"I'm fine."

"Ok." I grab a bottle of water and then head upstairs. I get out a movie and we sit on my bed to watch. However his hand is in my hand and then his hand leaves my hand and starts to trail up my leg and towards my arm. I smirk and push his hand away but it comes right back. This time he turns his body into mine and before I know it we are kissing. His hand finds its way up my shirt and I don't know what comes over me but I start to take it off and his hands grasp mine and help me pull it the rest of the way off. I am on my bed with my jeans on and my bra. I am starting to tremble and when his lips contact mine then I start to gasp for air but I tell myself that everything is going to be alright. I let him kiss me, not just my lips but down my neck and I don't know how it happens but he is now on top of me and he is slowly making his way down to my breast. He pulls one out and kisses softly, then the next. His body is pushing down on mine holding me down but not like he is holding me down. It's not like that but his weight on top of me is oddly calming.

I let him touch me, kiss me. My skin, the nerves are going haywire but I'm holding it all together. I want more but I don't know exactly what more I want. I let his hand find its way between my legs rubbing on the outside of my jeans. Then he grabs my bottom and pulls me into him. I let my hands roam his body, touching his chest and when he grabs my bottom I grab his. Believe me I have no idea what in the hell I am doing but every freaking nerve inside me is throbbing, it's like it wants more of him. My body is craving more of him.

I have a feeling it would have all gone farther however I hear the door shut down stairs and I know my parents must be home. We both jump and I am frantically putting back on my shirt. We hurry up and sit up, not only that but we place two pillows between us and when my dad walks by he sees us sitting there.

He glares at Kodiak like he should not even be in my room or in our house for that matter. "It's getting late...Kodiak thanks for keeping our girl company but it's time to head home."

"Yes sir." He gets up from the bed and puts his shoes back on. I walk him out to his bike.

He turns to kiss me. "Good night my love."

"Good night." I reach up and kiss him again, just to have him on my lips.

When I get back to my room, my dad is sitting in the chair by my desk. "So just watching TV...huh."

"Yes...we went out to grab a bite to eat, then a movie and came back here. I thought you guys were home but then realized that you weren't . I didn't think you would mind if we watched TV for a while."

"I don't mind if we are home but we were not home and therefore a boy does not need to be here alone with you in your room."

"Nothing happened?"

"That's not the point...the point is..."

"Is that I'm young...that he might take advantage of me...why can't you two trust me?"

"It's not you I don't trust."

"Dad...I don't like anyone touching me...why would I let him?" I'm hoping this works but it doesn't. It's  like he can see right through me.

"I saw you kissing him bye. I seen the way he looks at you, not to mention the way you look at him. Ophelia I am just looking out for you."

"I get it...dad...but really nothing happened...and it's not going to."

"Ophelia." The way he says my name almost makes me feel guilty.

"Dad..."

"OK. Good night but next time you make sure one of us is home. Got it."

"Got it."