Because she was scared of thunder and always
needed someone to cling to during storms, she would be sharing his bed with him.
“Um, ah, goodnight.”
“'Night, Riri.”
But she did not sleep. She was troubled - troubled by the fact that he was near, yet so far away. And the fact that it would remain like that scared her with an intensity she never thought possible.
She shut her eyes, pushing out the tears.
“You're crying, Riri.”
“Yes,”
“Wanna share what the problem is?”
“No.”
“We promised to be friends and friends share stiffs with each other, remember?”
She gave a breathy, shaky laugh. “I don't want to be friends with you.”
“Then what?”
In a thoughtless moment, she whirled from her side of the bed to his and pressed her mouth to his, letting the kiss say what she couldn't say.
He
