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“Catch
me,” I laughed and sprinted off
towards the towers of Crown Fountain.
“Liz,
you’re crazy, you know that!” Justin yelled after me laughing,
and I heard the sound of his running footsteps behind me.
“Go
get her!” someone yelled after us. “You can’t let her go!”
“I’m
trying to!” Justin yelled back, his loud voice echoing through the
night. “She’s too fast for me!”
I
reached my destination, took off my sandals, and tossed them on the
bench by the fountain. The cold water felt good on my bare legs when
I jumped into the shallow pool. This is fun, so much fun. I picked up
the bottom of my dress, and ran through
it, splashing
loudly.
Justin
approached the fountain and stood there watching me. “Come on, you
coward!” I dared. He didn’t move, just stood there, smiling. He
looked so tall and sexy in his ripped jeans and t-shirt, breathtaking
in fact. I ran up to him and swung my arms around his neck. He
laughed and wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, it felt so
nice. Then he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“We’re the only ones here,” I whispered, playfully running my
tongue against the tip of his ear. It felt like it wasn’t just
here, but everywhere. There’s only us. There’s no one else,
outside of this fountain, outside of this moment. Just the two of us,
and it felt so right. “Wanna have some more fun?” I’ll do
anything for you.
Grinning,
he said, “You crazy girl, we’re gonna get arrested,” but then
he moved his one arm underneath my dress, playing with my zipper with
the other.
I’m
not afraid to get arrested. I’m not afraid of anything when I’m
with you. With a slight chuckle,
I looked into
his eyes.
“That would be so cool.” I lowered my head and gently kissed his
neck, feeling his breathing quicken. “Who would I call to bail me
out?” I looked up and teasingly smiled.
“They’ll
let you go,” he whispered, running his hand up and down my back,
and placed a light kiss on my lips. “You’re a good, nice girl.”
He kissed me again. “Good girls don’t go to jail.” Good, nice
girls are boring. I’m not a good, nice girl anymore.
“Maybe
I’m tired.”
“Tired
of what?”
I
looked into his eyes again. “Of being a good girl.”
For
a moment he looked at me as if he was considering something. “What
are you thinking about?” I asked.
He
was quiet, then he smiled and said, “Lean in close. I’ve got
something I want to tell you.” He slid his hand underneath my hair
and pulled me closer to him.
“What?”
“I
love you.” My breathing stopped. What did you say? “I love you,
Liz,” he repeated, his voice a whisper in at my ear, melting my
heart. I love you more.
“Yeah?
How do you know?” I whispered back.
“I
just know.” His hands traced slowly over my back again. “You make
me happy.”
“I love
you, too. I love you so much.” I love you more than life itself.
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