Untouchable

His

We sat on his bed awkwardly.

Well I was awkward, he seemed quite comfortable.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked

He shrugged

I looked around his room and saw nothing we could talk about. Absolutely nothing. I mean we could talk about archery but he doesn't seem to want to.

He doesn't like his family. He doesn't like people. He doesn't like life. What does he like?

I decided to push the archery thing because we literally had nothing else to talk about.

"What got you into archery?" I asked

"My dad bought me a set when I was like 6 because I loved Robin hood." He answered

Finally a real answer.

"How often do you do it?" I asked

"Practically every day" He said

"Wow. Do you have a target or something?" I asked

"Of course" He assured

"Can you show me?" I asked

"Sure" He shrugged, getting up and grabbing his bow and arrows.
We walked down stairs and into the backyard.

He loaded his arrow and swiftly pulled the string back, slightly squinting one eye.

I parted my lips in anticipation as he let the arrow soar through the air and piercing the target, hitting directly in the bull's eye.

"Shit, Kevin," I laughed, "You're amazing"

"No.. You're amazing." He smirked, grabbing me by my waist, pulling me in closer.

My heart started pounding again. He was towering over me and looking down into my eyes. Shit. What do I do? We're Sober. It's not the weed I repeat, it's not the weed.

I'm just about shaking. Seriously.

Our breaths mixed as we stood there, our lips only centimeters apart.

I reached my hand up to grab a handful of his hair and pulled him so there was no distance and our lips were touching.

His lips felt like heaven but he kissed like the devil.

His hands traveled from my waist to my cheeks and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

His hair was soft and gorgeous.

I finally forced myself to pull back and look at him.

He laughed

"What does this mean?" I asked

"It means we're together." He said with devious eyes.

"We are?" I asked

"Yeah. You're mine, Emma." He said, touching my cheek with his hand.

I'm his?

Something about that made me feel warm.

His.

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My eyes fluttered open and I immediately thought of last night and whether or not it was a dream.

I reached my hand to my lips and remembered the feeling of his there.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and lifted myself up.

I quickly took a shower and got dressed in my white crop top and blue high wasted shorts.

My mom drove me to school and my heart was racing the whole way.