Whatever makes her happy
Whatever makes it alright
Saturday night, S and I are back in that same house where she had met a boy the week before. She had called me earlier in the day begging me to go out with her, saying she wanted to see him again but wouldn't go alone.
As we're dancing and drinking she's constantly looking over her shoulder, trying to find him in the crowd. After an hour he shows up, gives her a kiss on the cheek and a pink rose with a black ribbon. We leave shortly after and end up on a playground under the stars. He starts undressing her and she lets him, never taking her eyes off me as if she's silently asking for my approval. As I kiss her on the neck I whisper in her ear is this really what you want?, and she doesn't even blink.
Her touch is so soft, but it's her determination that makes me shiver. I've never seen her like this, the pale moonlight makes her glow like an angel.