Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

   Now I will open the gates up for those memories to comfort me. I just don't see anything else trying to at least suppress his touch. I'll start to where we first met....
     
    I was nineteen and new in the city. And I had just come back from my home in Saudi Arabia. My mother had finally believed I was old enough to start my life, but she did not think I'd start it in another country.... Of course, I wanted to start it in America. I heard it was the land of the free!
       Anyway, once I opened the door to my new apartment I saw a man. He was looking at the tv with a type of game console. At first, I was confused then I realized I may have opened the wrong door.
       "Um...excuse me? What are you doing here?" The man was still facing the tv. He was ignoring me, so I walked up and stood in front of him.
     "Holy shi-"   "Why are you in my apartment?"  He pressed a button on his controller and the tv paused. Then he stood up. I backed up as his eyes made contact with mine. "...." I didn't know what to say. "What are you doing here?" He asked me. His green eyes looked frightening. He moved closer to me. I was afraid that he must have been terrified of the hijab on my head. But that wasn't the case...at all.
      I couldn't back away anymore as he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. Every part of me was shamingly heating up. I had never been this close to a boy before. His face zoomed in towards mine. And before I knew it...we were both kissing. Then after that I fast forward....
      A few minutes later...
I didn't know what I was doing. First I was just kissing his lips and then the next my virtue starts fading away. My hijab ...it wasn't on my head anymore. I could feel his hands roughly stroking my hair. This felt wrong but at the same time...it felt good.

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