“Jerjie, do you know why I like you?” Jake asked me as he stood up.

I couldn’t help but stare at his strong stature. A tall, white guy with that silly emo hair style. His eyes stared of onto space; his hand reaching for mine.

“Well Jake if I knew, I’d answer you. Now tell me your secrets!” I jumped up, aiming to kiss his lips but kissed his nose instead.

“Oh your nose, so lovely it is,” I told him with the most devilish grin.

“Jerjie, I’m being serious. We’ve been together for a while now…and I’m just curious on how you felt about me,” he seemed to be apprehensive with his words. His posture no longer the confident giant I’ve come to know. Jake seemed flushed.

How do I tell him how I felt? Here I am with butterflies in my tummy, my hand being held by someone I trust and care for; life seemed perfect. In my mind I would play this part over and over again.

If I could tell him how I really felt, I might as well explode. It was not just one emotion but a billion of them! All waiting to explode if I lit the wick. Those secret feelings I had for him would all burst as fireworks. I held his hand instead and gripped it tight.

“Jake you know how I feel about you. Do I need to put it into words? Words lose their meaning as time comes. Actions tend to make a more lasting effect.” I kissed his lips as passionately as I could. Slowly. Passionately my tongue licked his lips; I bit his lower lip and giggled. I started to run away from him.

I ran as far as I could from him, he was behind me and catching up to me faster than I thought he would. I ran towards his house and hid behind the bushes.

I remember the make out sessions we had at this porch then falling into the bushes, our kiss still unbroken. The memory came to me and the memory went as I felt Jake’s hot breath next to me.

“I caught you,” he proceeded to tickle my sides.

He knew my weak spots well. I laughed into a frenzy. My body aching, my screams getting louder. I felt him kiss me to shut me up. His kiss was more feverish than ever. His hands all over my body now. Gripping me as tight as he could. I would return these kisses with moans and groans.