PHOENIX
A widely smiling Aza opens the door. "Good evening, my princess," she says, stepping out of her trailer. She drops a curtesy, takes my hand and kisses it.
"You are -"
"- the best. I know."
I give her a quick kiss. "I missed you," I say.
"It's been about two hours since you last saw me."
"So?"
She takes me inside her trailer, takes my bag and puts it somewhere in a corner.
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving."
"Good," she says. "I mean, not good, but - I made something for you."
"Really? What?"
"Well..."
She leads me to the eating area, taking me by my hand, where on the small table is a plate filled with sushi.
"Sushi," I say.
"Sushi," she says. "You said it was your favourite, and I found this recipe online, and... I know you literally just had it yesterday, and I know that mine didn't turn out super well, but um... Well, I don't -"
"It's perfect."
"Really?"
"Yes." I give her a kiss. "Thank you."
We have dinner, I tell her about detention, she tells me about making sushi. I laugh at her jokes, she laughs at mine. We laugh together. We talk, about all sorts of things. We clean up, get changed - which is a little awkward -, and end up in her bed, watching a movie, cuddling.
"You're supposed to watch the movie," Aza says, "not me." She turns her head, looking at me.
"Sorry," I mumble, setting my eyes on the screen.
"It's all right, little tomato. I know I'm irresistibly attractive."
"Right." I kiss her, look at her. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure."
"You are irresistibly attractive."
"That's not a secret, it's common knowledge."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
We kiss, deeply. We touch, daringly. We stop, taking a moment to breathe. She leans back, me on top of her, her hands around my waist. I look at her, hold up my fingers and softly trace her face with it, like I'm drawing on her skin. My fingers eventually end up on her lips. I lean forward and place a soft kiss onto them. I feel her smiling.
"Do you," I say, pulling back, "remember when we made out in the school closet?"
"Phoenix, that happened a few days ago, this week."
YOU ARE READING
Her
Teen FictionPhoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made...
