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take a walk around the room, stopping at a photo on the dresser of a beautiful woman.
    “Mum,” Ben simply states. I look up into the mirrors reflect to see Ben looking into my eyes. He looks sad; I turn and reach up for his cheeks.
    “She is very beautiful.” I tell him.
    “Was.”
    “Is. She will always be with you, Ben, and you know that. She will always be in your heart, therefore she will always be beautiful.”
    His eyes still look a little sad, and when I rub my thumb over his cheek, a single tear escapes his eyes. My insides clench in sympathy with his pain. I slowly bring my mouth to his and I ever so softly press my lips to his.
    He then does something that catches me off guard: He lets out a deep sob. I can’t hold back my own tears any longer and I am crying with the man I love, in his old bedroom. His hands have found my hips and he digs his fingers in, almost as though he is seeking foundation. I can be that for him. I can be whatever he needs.
    He presses his forehead to mine. “I can’t do this. Not in these costumes.” With that, he strips out of that clear raincoat and unbuttons his suit jacket. I stop him and I finish with his white dress shirt. He looks into my eyes the whole time, searing into me. Once I am done he crouches down to take off my platforms and when he comes back up, he undoes my pigtails, runs his fingers through my hair. It feels amazing.
    “There. There’s my Punky.” His breath is shaking and hoarse.
    My heart swells so much for this man. It’s so much, but not too much… I don’t think it could ever be too much.
    He brings his lips, slightly swollen from his crying, to mine. I can smell and taste the candy and light remainder of the alcohol on his breath. This takes my breath away, he is too irresistible, and I can’t stop what I am about to do. I wrap my arms around his neck. He grabs the backs of my legs and, lifting me, wraps them around his slender waist. His mouth is on mine feverishly taking all that he can. I cannot seem to get close enough to him; I need him inside of me now. I need to show him just how much I love him, without saying those words. I am afraid of scaring him away.
    But then it hits me: We are in his family’s home. Anyone could come inside. Even if we lock the door it’s still a dead giveaway as to what we are doing. I pull away and try to regain my breath as he is carrying me to his old bed.
    “Ben.”
    “Tess.”
    I shake my head. “No, Ben we have to stop. Someone can come to the door.”
    Ben then licks up my neck and I want to finish what we have started, but then I think about how I wanted to spend tonight. Our first time together, with me on the pill; nothing between us, just skin.
    “Well, then, I suppose we better be quiet.”
    “I don’t want to be quiet. Not tonight.”
    He groans in my ear and sets me down. “Does this have something to do with this surprise you have for me?”
    I lick my bottom lip, bite down on it, and nod yes. I see his eyes roll back. “Keep biting that lip of yours and I will make you scream and I don’t give a fuck who hears us.”
    I have to step away from him, because if I don’t then I will probably let him. I replace my pigtails as he redresses himself. As I put my platforms back on he tells me, “Leave those on tonight.”
    And I nearly combust.

 
     
     
    As soon as my foot hits the bottom step I am instantly being torn away from Ben by Caroline. Just as she promised. “Come on, Tess,” she says. “Let’s talk for a few.”
    Ben gives me quick peck on the cheek, and then I am hauled off. She leads me into what looks like to be a sitting area. Caroline sits in the corner of a sectional and gestures for me to join her. I can’t believe this young woman is only fifteen. I already like her, though; I was the same way at her age, more mature that most my age. I liked to hang with the adults; to me, kids my age were reckless and I didn’t like that they were so spontaneous, but I never checked