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"Him and her, life is turned, the day I knew you would leave, I can barely breathe..."

Soulful vocals streamed out of the CD player, as they reclined on his Toy Story sheets.

"I love this song," she said, without looking at him. Expecting the warm hand to snake up his knee again, he moved close enough for his arms to encircle her.

In a single, fluid motion, her head was on his lap, luminous brown eyes connecting with his own. Studying them, he could almost feel what she felt: Confused, exhilarated. But mostly, he was just confused.

How had they ended up this way? In this tender moment? Gazing at her face, he was reminded of how easily she could pass for sixteen, seventeen... even college age sometimes.

His hand reached out for her hair; spilling everywhere in a mass of silky waves, and stroked it. Lucky his parents were never home, they could always come and... do stuff in his room. They'd met her before though, thinking it was like a buddy project, like Big Brothers and Sisters. After all, did nine year old's even have libidos?

Well, he didn't. All he knew was that they had something special, where they hardly needed to talk, and the only thing was two bodies barely a breath away from each other.

They'd never told anyone. Or had she? He had no idea. Girls talked abot everything, right? But wouldn't this qualify as mutually top-secret?

He felt her stirring, and he shifted his weight to allow her to get up. She rose slowly, and her intentions were written all over her face. Giving him a light push, until he was flat on the mattress, she climbed over and positioned herself on top of him. Their forms were straining from the heat and the beautiful awkwardness of the intimate instance. She ran her fingers through his light blonde hair, sifting through the strands, coming closer. Then, she planted a soft kiss right on his lips, deepening, exploring, never shutting her eyes, instead, wanting to take all of him in.

He savoured it, responding, pressing back. When they were like this, they were one, and nobody else existed in the outside world. They sat upright, lips never separating, holding each other, entangled for what seemed like forever.

But then he heard the click of a key turning in a lock, and realised his parents were home. They simultaneously pushed away from each other, and focused on the science textbook sitting in a lonely corner of the polished wood floor.

He fingered his mouth, still swollen from the contact with hers, which was a dull red. And with that one glance, it all came back to him. How this wasn't right, even though it felt that way. She even sometimes asked if they could... just go all the way, even though he knew he wasn't ready, she would still ask him occasionally. We're underage, we're not prepared, we don't know anything about it, were the standard arguments.

Yet when he caught her eye, glinting a few feet away, filled with all the seriousness of an adult, he wasn't so sure.

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