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The Girl Next Door

... sorry,” she said after a short pause, “I’ve got to go.” Anna got up and quickly hurried in to my closet again. “Anna, wait,” I said as she made her way up in to the attic. There were swift footsteps across the ceiling that went over to her bean bags, but they stopped there. I walked over to the ladder and climbed up into the attic where Anna was sitting in one of her bean bags, looking at the wall. “I want to be alone,” she said. “Anna, I-,” I said before she cut me off. “Please Logan, this always happens, I move things too quickly and then everything falls apart,” she said turning away from me. “I like you too,” I said walking over to her. She turned to look at me, her brows pinched up as the hint of a smile spread across her perfect lips. “Really?” she asked, lifting herself up out of her seat. “Really,” I replied, sitting down next to her, kissing her on the lips. Anna’s full, soft lips that were the sweetest things I’d ever tasted, like cinnamon sugar. As our lips separated, Anna was ready for another kiss. She reached her head up to mine, letting our lips lock again. The feeling of her sweet, wet lips on mine was pure euphoria, I never wanted it to stop. She got up from underneath me, pushing me back into a bean bag. For the rest of the night, we sat there and kissed until we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke up, Anna was still laying on top of me, her head resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair, kissing her head softly. “Anna,” ...

... I whispered, nudging her, “Anna, we should go back before our parents wake up,” She didn’t respond. I kept nudging her but she didn’t budge, even when I stood up, carrying her in my arms down into her room being very careful and gentle. I laid her down in her bed and kissed her one last time before heading back into my closet. “Wait.” She said groggily, “I want another.” I turned around and walked to her bed, kissing her on her perfect lips. “Now I have to go,” I said, walking back up into the attic and over into my room. A few weeks later, and a few more nights of hanging out in the attic, Anna texted me around 9:00 in the morning saying her mother was going out the day. Since my dad worked on the weekdays, both houses would be empty, except for the two of us. “Come over,” she texted with a wink. I got up out of my bed and walked over to her room through the attic. When I came down the ladder, her closet was open and on the other side of the room, she was laying down in her bed, waiting for me. “Hey!” she said getting up to hug me bringing a wall of floral shampoo smelling air with her. “Hey!” I replied, hugging her back and kissing her cheek as I breathed in her pleasant, caliming aroma. “I’ve got to tell you something,” she said, changing moods from happy to nervous. “Go ahead,” I said, curiously. “I… I love you,” she said quickly, biting her lip. “I love you too,” I replied, surprised and smiling at her. Anna smiled back and we kissed again, the sweet taste of cinnamon ...