Eyes closed, and ears opened, she heard the traffic from the streets below and the ghetto kids loud and rude. Through all the noise she could still hear his heart beat and his heavy breathing as he slept next to her. She opened her eyes to the unfamiliar room. Looking around, she saw all sorts of things that she had never noticed before. She saw their clothes on the floor and a condom wrapper.
She looked at him, lying next to her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. He held her as if she would slip away. Closing her eyes, she remembered what they had just done. She remembered how his body felt on hers. The passion burnt them both, as his sweetness was lost to her.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him looking at her. His smiled warmed her heart and soon she realized she was crying. Concern was in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” The boy asked as he wiped away the tears.
“I don’t know,” she felt embarrassed, she knew why, she just couldn’t tell him. She had never felt beautiful, until that moment with him. Even before, she didn’t feel wanted. This time was different, this time she felt what he did, pure bliss. She wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t worry, I’m just an idiot.”
He kissed her and soon their hearts began to race…
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