Carry Me Home Tonight

We walked into the small room, the red light beaming brightly. I pulled him in and shut the door behind us. It was odd having someone else in here with me; it makes the tight space seem even smaller. I looked over at Mark; his face was gazing around the room, at the few pictures hanging from the line that had been developed recently by me.

"Wow, this place is really...." He trailed.

"Cool?" I offered.

He sighed, "I was going for more of small." He smiled at me, "But it also pretty cool Izzie."

I bit my lip to keep the blush that was rising up my neck, I rarely blushed but when I was with Mark, it kind of just happened.

"So how did you find this room, I mean it's buried behind all of that other crap." He said as he ran a single finger in the sink filled with liquid.

I watched him as his eyes darted from picture to picture gazing and taking in their presence, "I have always loved photography and I one time asked a teacher if we had a black room, and she that the school used to and that it is probably around some where. And so I went searching...." I said as Mark turned to me in that second and smiled at me.

It was odd seeing this side of him when it was just the two of us, compared to when we were in public. "So," he started as he turned to face me, "Did you take these pictures?" he asked quietly to me.

I nodded but then realized that he had just turned around so I spoke, "Yes, do you like them?" I asked feared of his reaction for some reason.

No one really knew that I took pictures, besides my art teacher, but I had a strong passion for it. I just never thought of telling my friends or my parents, I feared of them finding it stupid and insignificant when to me it was everything. I then suddenly become conscious that Mark wasn't the only one opening up to me but I was to him. I am telling and showing him things I never thought I would share with anyone, even my best friend.

His hands suddenly found mine, his warm hazel eyes holding mine, "They are great." He told me with a small smile on his face. But as always the smile didn't last, it was gone like a candle was being blown out.

The cramped space forced our bodies to be close, brushing, touching. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, was it wrong that I dreamt about us kissing? That I dreamt of his hands and lips touching my body.

I was getting too wrapped up in my emotions! I need to take this back a notch, Mark doesn't want or even need a girlfriend right now, he has other things to be dealing with and me isn't one of them. So these feelings I am experiencing need to just leave me alone, we are friends, we can be nothing less and nothing more.

His hands dropped mine and slowly slid up my waist, crawling up my neck making me shiver, and tangled in my hair. He ran his fingers through my locks, and slid down cupping my cheek as he caressed it with his fingers, his breath panting across my face as I slowly closed my eyes living in the moment. I opened my eyes to see the look that he held in his eyes which made me ache for him even more, the way the red light cascading around our bodies pulling us closer together like an unstoppable vortex. His hands slid back to my waist, as he suddenly pulled me closer.

Our bodies now fully touching in everyway humanly possible. His hands locked around my waist, the feeling of them there making me feel safe and secure. My hands slid up his chest shaking, the feeling of his heart beating made me smile; it was so alive and so fast.

He could feel it to.

It scared me that he was doing this; I had just told myself I wouldn't do this but with him instigating it I couldn't help but respond. I couldn't help but follow his every movement and do what he wants. I wanted him and to see him finally reciprocating those feelings made me want him even more!

I was mentally battling with myself if I should break away from him, but even if I could mentally think it and agree to it, my body was never going to break away from him. As long as he wanted me here, touching him, close to him, I would always be there.

And like he said when we laid in the grass together, "I will never let you go...." Those words haunted my dreams that night, and they haunt my every thought when I am awake. They haunt me because I know he is going to let me go one day, I know he is going to realize one day that I am some stupid girl, but for now he at least he wants me, and that is enough for now.