It was a couple of weeks after the start of our relationship. We spent all our time together for the most part anyway, so no one noticed a difference, which was great. Jonah's parents are happy I'm around but don't seem to believe how I got the bruises. We are lying on his bed, and they are out for the night doing something. We have just been kissing, nothing more, but I know it's coming. Or at least I hope it's coming. Jonah's head is on my stomach, and he is reading a book for school.

I'm playing with his hair distracting him, and I say out loud, "I wish this was real."

Jonah turns to me, "what do you mean, Ky?"

I don't know what I mean but keep going, "I mean...will you always want to keep it a secret or will be open about it all? Will it be real or just a secret?"

He sighs, "I don't know right now. 15 year old me wants to just get through school before I make this more complicated, you know, but I think the fact that I'm thinking long term, years in advance, tells you that I want to be real. It's real now; you're here. I'm here. Does that help, babe?"

I lean in a kiss him deep and passionately, making up for the lost time.

"Yes, it does, Mr. Nelson. I've just been bailed on by people who love me before. I just want to know where you stand," I whisper with a smile.

He smiles sadly, "Babe, I'm here for you. I'm here with you. And you're with me. I love you."

We kissed for a few minutes, and then we were back to our original position for the next couple of hours, but the whole time I'm happy. for the first time in a long time, I'm truly happy.
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