and tilt my head back to lo

at me with an underlying passion; the look of l

yes fill with moisture. Daniel never cries. Not even when his mother had a death

?" I

in a little. He drops his head and I waver, not because I don't want to but because he rejected me once and I'm certain I won

I'm quite certain he has mystical powers because when he pul

like he's going to kiss me again, but then he dives lower and grabs my hand. H

guy, Daniel," I sa

cloud of of hunger rendering his face too dar

asking. He brushes something away from my fac

ble now. You w

lable

finally

nd what he's saying. My brother had, clinging to my hand as his breaths grew wider and longer apart, made me promise not to kiss or share my bed with anyone, romantical

ar and we've never shared a kiss. This is the same reason Mama has always been sceptical about him, she often says he's too... innocent, too... clean. Her sharp eyes are always on the look out for any kind of debauchery but Daniel is mature far beyond his age. He doesn't do pot, nor drinks, he doesn't even smoke; something the cool kids at school do a