He laid down on the bed and then invited me over, head cocked to the side with a challenging half smile. Raised one arm as if to say “Look, here, this is where you should be….now where are you?”.
I climbed over the suitcase and across the bed and rubbed my head right into that little corner above his shoulder, under his chin…right where my head fits perfectly.
He grabbed a handful of my hair in his hand and played gently with it as he sang in a half whisper into my ear.
“You know, I don’t want anything else. Only be in your arms…”
His lips sang into my forehead as the song turned softly into a kiss.
With closed eyes, I melted. I breathed in deep the first boy unafraid to love me.
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