by Zoe Davis
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said as I sat across from him at the dining table.
“Well, I mean; you know don’t you? Don’t you feel the same way?” I asked him.
“I feel good, Elle. I don’t feel bad at all,” he said, smiling as I contorted my face in confusion.
“How can you not? Like, what if someone finds out?” I asked him.
“Look, that first time I kissed you? I admit I had some reservations; big ones even. But I realized that this concerns only us. We’re both adults and we can make our own decision,” he assured me.
“Our parents aren’t even married now; I know it seems weird, but there’s nothing wrong here, trust me.” he finished.
“But what if someone finds out?” I repeated.
“I get that you’re concerned, but do you trust me, Elle?”
I nodded.
“Then come here,” he invited me over, taking me securing me in his arms.
“It isn’t like you’re thinking straight right now. I know that you’re confused by the feelings and I understand that; you should feel them, and work through them,” he started.
“But don’t ever be ashamed for loving who want. It took me a long time to figure that out; like, a stupidly long time.” he smiled. “Say someone did find out? So what? But it’s our secret, so that scenario doesn’t even matter” he finished.
His eyes lit up as he saw a hint of relief wash over me.
I trusted Brandon more than anyone since he’d arrived back in Miami. He was a man in control and I knew that we could handle anything together. Our relationship had definitely reached an intense, new level.
It was a new level of comfort and trust that I’d never really known in anyone close to my own age.
And Brandon was right; in time I knew I’d work through most of my feelings, albeit with his continued help.
I was actually starting to get excited for my future, and Brandon’s too, as up in the air as it was. I’d soon be heading off to college hundreds of miles away and he was about to see a big change in his life, too.
Soon he was going to be rich and powerful and probably forget all about me; Miami, after all, had plenty of women to offer.
I was already afraid that what we’d crash and burn before we even developed into any kind of a relationship; but Brandon assured otherwise.
“I know I’ve been in and out of your life, Elle. But I’m here to stay now,” he confided, holding me.
I knew the only trick now would be keeping dad oblivious, and I tensed when he arrived home and walked through the door; Brandon and I waited for him.
Brandon adjusted himself beneath his jeans, and I was fixing what he referred to as my ‘sex hair,’ as we’d just finished having sex for the millionth time a few minutes before.
“Here goes nothing,” Brandon laughed.
And as the door opened, we braced ourselves for the beginning of our little secret.
