"So…what do you think?" He whispered in my ear, breathing his warm scent around me.

"About you or the hideaway?" I asked flirtingly. He cocked his head to the side.


"Well…" I pretended to be thinking hard, which was something I rarely did anyway. "It smells good, and it feels really cosy, and I have to say, I can see myself spending a lot of time with it. I can feel memories to come. I like it a lot."

"About me or the hideaway?"

"Both." His hand moved slowly from my shoulder, tracing my body softly down to my waist, where he held me gently with both hands from behind. I felt shivers running through my body where his fingers traced circles as he subtly slid them underneath my shirt. I turned myself around so I was now facing this wonderful being. I took held of his hands where they were still rested at my waist and pulled him further into the alcove of the fig tree. It was a comfortable darkness; there was a faint light from outside, but it was cosy and private. It was secluded and we were alone. He was the most amazing person I had ever seen.

I found my hand stroking the side of his face as he gazed down at me from under his shaggy hair. I bit my lip as I had done earlier, which caused him to blush and smile adorably. I soon felt his soft lips on mine, slowly moving in unison with mine in ways I had never felt before. He was passionate, but soft; eager, yet gentle; fast, but never faster than myself; perfect. His bulging jeans were against me, but he wasn't forcing it there. It just fit, and it fit well. He fit well. He fit well in my arms. He fit well under my lips. He fit well in my life, and I couldn't wait to make him a major part of it.

I tapped the back of my phone impatiently. A small vibrating notion ended the waiting, and I turned the phone over to read the message.

Hey gorgeous :) I hope you had fun today. I know I did ;)

I smiled and replied quickly.

I sure did :D I can't wait until tomorrow so I can be in your arms again.

His reply came almost instantly.

And I can't wait to hold you…to kiss you…to touch you… You know you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and not just your face, but your body, and from what I've seen so far, your heart. I'm so glad we met, Martika Jones.

My heart melted. I had never felt like this before. I hadn't felt the urge to run out of the house to go see this boy, because I couldn't be away from him any longer. I hadn't felt the need to have his arms around me, tracing circles on my skin as he whispers sweet things in my ear. I had never wanted to be with somebody every second of the day. And I had only met him yesterday. He was amazing. I could see this turning into something good. Something magnificent. Something real.