I look at Tyler whose eyes are now closed, feeling the warmth caress of sunbeams across his face.
After I cried in my room that evening, he knocked at the door and came inside. I wiped my tears off my face before I looked up at him, and muttered sorry. I was angry at him because he let his fear take control of him when I was nothing different from him. I let my emotions take control of me. I said things to him and to my dad out of my anger. Tyler sat beside me and rubbed his hand on my back.
Later on, we found ourselves completely naked. We were silently making love. He was thrusting in and out of me while his eyes held mine and my feet were stretched wide by his hands. No one made a noise, except for the creaking sound of the bed every time he thrust his pecker in and out of me back and
