He awakes, rubs his eyes and finds himself on her cozy, little couch in her cozy little living room. He sits, a bit of a slouch. He buries his smooth, pale face in his giant, bear like hands and growled to himself. She sneaks slyly into he living room. He knew that this was going to happen soon, but he’d wished for more time.

Her dandelion yellow t-shirt clung to her petite curvy frame not hiding a single curve. Her dirty blond hair fell astray in her angelic face. He stood, facing her and enveloped her in his arms. He so very much craved her innocence. He couldn’t help by any means but adore her girlish giggles, the freckles on her chest and her honey bumble bee scent. She was such a sight that with one look she would make the devil confess his most darkest secrets.

She rested her head on his shoulder and her hands pressed ever so gently on his chest, sort of like a barrier between the two as if she knew what was coming and wanted to protect herself. He sighed even though he very much didn’t want to he knew he had to tell her, and sooner is always better then later.

He pulled her to the couch playfully. She rested herself in his lap face to face. He laced his fingers with hers. She smiled and bit her lip, the look on her face was that of a child’s. He couldn’t help but melt inside. Thoughts that some would label sinful ran through his head. He quickly closed his eyes before he was pulled in and trapped in her adolescent spell.

After he was back to his normal self he opened his eyes, looked at her and said “When I came to visit you tonight…that’s when I knew. That I could never have you.” She turned away she was puzzled he could tell. He placed a finger on her chin and locked her gaze. “I knew that before you did still I’m feeling stupid.” Her voice was heavenly when she spoke. “Darling please don’t I – I promise.”

He cut her off with one finger pressed slightly to her lips. He knew he’d have to explain more to her than if she were older. “There’s this burning like there’s never been and I feel so alive.” Joy filled his face and a smile spread across hers. “A vision of you and a motorcycle drives by in my head during deep sleep. Specs of dirt flies in your face but you don’t mind and you smile and.” He stopped recalling his wonderful dream before he lost himself.

He wiggled out from underneath her, leaving her on the couch. “Darling please don’t go!” He took her hands in his and held them tight. “Sweet-pea…”He looked away trying to find a way to say it so she’d understand. “Let’s just say that the world doesn’t fit with you.”

“I don’t believe you!” her eyes squinted as she tried to look angry. He ignored her statement and tried heading for the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. She beat him there. He sighed and hung his head in defeat and closed his eyes. “Your juvenile.” He said stern. She inched close to him desperate. Her hands gripped his shirt like a pleading child, and he couldn’t help but have sympathy for her.

“You…you say that a lover under seventeen is wrong, but still you say that your love for me is strong?” Her eyes filled to the rim with hurt that spilled out as tears as she stumbled for the words that would make him stay. He allowed himself to stroke her soft cheek. He knew all along that things were moving dangerously fast.

“Sweet-Pea!” He moaned, beginning to fill with frustration. “Are you saying that you don’t love me anymore?” What a childish thing to ask he thought. He took her face in his massive hands and pressed his forehead to hers and grumbled a lions purr. “Of course I do silly!” He said in a sweet, soft whisper. He knew in the back of his mind and in the deepest part of his heart that he would surly miss her once he left.

“Then what is it? I thought that your battle with morality was won?” He ignored her last questioning statement and planted kisses along her face. He tried to make her understand and to make her see it like he did. “Your gentle, guiltless, and free.” He smiled, but hated every moment of this. She began to sob. “I hope you keep a piece of me with you. I know I will take one or two of you.”

“Please - please don’t!” She managed to speak between the tears. He knew this was hopeless. “There’s things I’d like to do with you things that you don’t quite believe in yet. I would like to build something with you.” He grieved over his own desires. “But that can’t happen with you. We both know that.” He ran his fingers through her hair of silk. Still crying she found her voice. “Yes it can! Yes it can!” She shouted. She had no poise. Her face was stained black from smeared makeup. “The surface is everything but I could never do that, someone would see through that. This will be the last time. We’ll be friends again. I’ll get over you and you’ll one day wonder who I even am.” He tried to sound hopeful, when the truth was his words were tearing him apart. He kissed her sinfully yet willingly. Lips aligned, his pressed softly to hers.

She knew nothing could be better then this, than him, then them together. He stared long and hard into her eyes saying his silent goodbye. Because to say it aloud would tear him apart completely. He walked around her, quicker than her this time. He opened the door and turned to give her one last kiss on the forehead and then vanished.