18. What a shity day

The day at work is over, and now I'm back in the wardrobe to change my clothes. It's been awful today. The school was awful because I failed on a test, which I shouldn't have. So I am going to hear all about it from dad when he comes back home. If my mom actually decides to tell my dad.

Then there was work today. It was so stressful, and I wrote down the wrong order. I placed the wrong plates at tables, and I almost lost one on the floor.

"What a crap of a day." I sigh as I close the closet in frustration. My eyes shut close as I lean on the wall to calm myself down.

Willow didn't seem very happy, maybe because I ruined almost everything today and that is was a rush in the kitchen. I feel sorry for Willow and her mother these days. They are so heavy that your feet will hurt afterward.

I move back after hearing the door behind me open. Willie comes in, looking all exhausted. Her beautiful eyes half-closed, her body moving heavily as if her legs wight a ton.

"Are you okay?" I ask her as she just stopped walking and just stared at me. She doesn't say anything, and it makes me worried if there is something wrong, like as if she is angry with me or something. I look at her, a little intimidated, but then she moves towards me.

Her warm hands end up on my cheeks before she smashes her lips on mine. I could almost feel my legs fail underneath me. She makes me weak in every way. If it's not my body, it's my head.

Her lips feel so soft and tender as she moves them on mine. I have never been kissed like this before, but then again, I am not that experienced. Willow might be since she is older and clearly has had a life before she meets me.

Her hands move off my face, and she ends the kiss. I took her straight into her eyes as I lay my arms over her shoulders. Then she surprises me by lifting me, so wrap my legs around her waist.

She locks our lips again while she pushes my back up against the wall. Her being so close to me feels so right; nothing could be more right than this. I have longed for this for so long, and it feels like I am on the safes, warmest, and most amazing place in the whole world when I'm around her. Can't be anything better than that, right?

She moves back with her forehead resting on mine. We both listen to our breathing. It's the only sound I can hear, the only one I want to hear. I move my hands into her long, dark hair. It's so soothing the feeling of the softness in my hands.

"I can't seem to stay away from you." She whispers after she closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath.

"Why you even trying?" I wonder, and Willow opens her eyes, and they are full of sadness.

"Do you have any idea how irresistible you are?" She asks me, but I feel the warmth come to my cheeks as I look away from her eyes in embarrassment.

"I'm serious. You look so damn beautiful; your clumsiness is so adorable, your smile is contagious, which I like it a lot. The way I feel for you scares me." She tells me, with fright in her lovely eyes, and all I do is lay my arms around her neck and hug her.

For some reason, it felt like the right thing to do, and it really feels good to holder her. I shut my eyes, breathing in her wonderful smell, which today is so many different food types.

"I don't want you to be scared or feel guilty," I say and listen to her, taking a deep breath.

"I can't help it." Sadly, she tells me, and I move back to cup her cheeks, then I stare right into her gorgeous green eyes.

"It's okay." I smile lightly as I stroke her cheek with my thumb. She closes her eyes with a small smile. She is tired; I can see it all over her face.

Willow lets me go back on the floor, and I lean my back against the wall. She leans forward, her forehead on mine as she rests her hands on the wall behind me. I lay my hands on her waist, keeping her locked. I'm scared she will walk away. There is a big chance she will.

"You told me you dreamed about me for a year, right?" She wonders, and I nod carefully.

"What do you dream?" She asks, and my cheeks automatically get warm with embarrassment. A little smile comes upon her face because of that. I really like her smile. It warms me when I see that.

I tell her everything about my dreams, and she listens to me patiently and very concentrated. My whole face is on fire.

"Why are you asking?" I wonder, embarrassed, and I haven't even managed to look into her eyes the whole time when I told her about my dreams.

"You are not the only one that has been dreaming." She says, and my eyes widen with surprise.

"Y-you been dreaming as well?" I ask, and she nods slightly.

"What have you been dreaming?" I wonder.

"You." She smiles, and I roll my eyes from her answer.

"Yeah, but what?" I question.

"I don't want to talk about it now, maybe another time?" She asks, and I can see on her face that she does not want to talk about it.

"Okay." I smile at her, showing that everything is okay because, honestly, it is. I am a step closer to her than I was.

"We should go home." She whispers, but I shake my head.

"I don't want to go home," I say, and now she seems confused.

"I want to be with you." The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop myself. For some reason, it happens a lot around here.

Now she looks at me with surprised eyes.

"I guess you can come home with me?" She shrugs, and a bright smile comes to my face.

"I would love to."