Chapter 12

"Oh no! Please tell me he didn't say that." He laughed.

"He so did. And the worst part was that we were in a fast food, and the sun was Still up. I'm still wondering how the hell he saw the moon in my eyes. Is it even possible to see the moon in someone's eyes." I laughed rolling my eyes. He laughed more throwing his head back.

I loved it when he laughed. Loved it more when I was the reason he did.

"Oh my God! Some guys do have very little imaginations. Very little. But maybe he did really see the moon in your eyes. You should at least give him the benefit of doubt." He joked. He pressed his thumb and ring finger on his eyes while he laughed, now at me.

"Both him, the moon and the eyes he used to see it are both mad. Moon kill him there. And to think after that he said I looked like his mother. Jesus! I'm done with pick up lines forever." I shuddered, dramatically holding my chest.

"It must have been a bad date. I am sorry."

"Fuck you."

Although I knew he was mocking me, I laughed still just as loud as he did. I was laughing at myself, laughing at the memory, laughing with him, laughing because I was happy. It felt surreal almost like a dream.

I was tempted to believe I was in a fairy tale. Unfortunately, I was in the real world and I needed to go back home.

"I have to go back to the parish house now before they lock me outside." I said standing up. Checking my phone my heart skipped a bit when I saw the time. It was past nine and they must have locked the gate now or else the seminarian was still outside. I hope he was for my sake.

"Stay." He pouted holding my hands and shaking me.

"I want to, I really want to, but I have to go." I pleaded. I really didn't want to draw anyone's attention to me. I loved my solitude like a second boyfriend.

"Alright, I'll walk you." He sighed resignedly.

He held my hand as we both walked in comfortable silence. I wanted him to do more than to just hold my hands. I know I should have kissed him like I really wanted to but I just couldn't.

It was strange because I always initiated the first move when it came to boys. I have always been the daring one, the impulsive one that did whatever came to mind. I didn't know why I suddenly became a coward when it came to him. For the love of all that is holy I initiated my first kiss which I do regret badly now. Thinking about my first kiss made me laugh and shudder at the same time but it made me go ewwww too.

We had almost passed the shade the building provided when he held my waist, pulled me to close him so there was no space between us and kissed me. Again taking me by surprise.

I stood still, the only sign of life being my pulsating heart. It was just a kiss, no tongue. It didn't linger for long. still I felt myself shaken by just it.