AYLA
I buried my head in his shoulder, not wanting to get up. His whole body felt warm like summer, and his touch against my skin felt cold like winter, sending chills down my spine.
We stayed there for a while, not wondering who was passing by. Or looking at us. We were in our own moments, and I didn't want it to end.
I could feel he didn't want that either.
“Come on, let's get out of here,” he said, and I smiled. He took me by my arms, and led me out of the building.
We didn't take a car or one of the mini carts. We raced into the field into the air in our hairs, and our laughter.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked, when I realized we weren't going to his bedroom. That filled me with a lot of disappointment.
I wanted him, I needed him. I need him to help me forget what I almost did to that soldier. I almost killed him, in a room filled with Soldiers. From top to bottom.
“The woods?” I asked when we got close.
“The safe part of the wood, you will love it,” he said, and I swallowe
