Chapter Six
"Good-night Taylor," Shyla said softly, kissing him quickly on the cheek. "Thanks again for letting me stay here. I'll never forget it."
"Don't worry about it. I'd do anything for you," Taylor said, being careful not to wake his parent's from their sleep. "I'll see you in the morning, my fair Juliet," he said, quoting Romeo and Juliet.
Shyla smiled in the dim light of the moon, and whispered, "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Taylor smiled back at her, looking into her eyes. He kissed her quickly, but softly, and left the room, quietly closing the door.
Shyla crawled into the bed, and pulled the covers up to her chin. She stared at the door that was now closed, and ran her finger along the blankets where Taylor had sat. She smiled. Taylor was such a huge part of her life. He was so special to her; more-so than before, even.
Shyla considered herself very lucky to have such a sweet, consider boyfriend like Taylor. He was so concerned about her feelings and her needs, but the amazing part about her relationship with Taylor was that he made her feel so safe; if she was kissing him, hugging him, or just being with him, she just felt more safe than ever had in her whole life.
Shyla sighed happily and thought of the first time her and Taylor kissed...
~*FLaSHBaCK*~
"Do you have a four?"
"Go fish. Do you have a seven?"
"Nope, go fish," Shyla lied, though she could clearly see the seven of hearts in her hand. She smiled slyly, thinking so was "oh-so-bad".
Ten year old Taylor sighed. "Yes you do, your lying."
"No I'm not, Tay-Tay," she replied, smiling. She knew Taylor hated that nickname.
Taylor made a face. "Don't call me that," he said, cringing. He stuck his tounge out at her. "You know I hate it."
Shyla stuck her tounge back out at him. "I know, that's why I do it," she replied, answering in her smart-alec way.
"Hey Shyla...?" Taylor asked, his voice hesitant.
"What?" She asked, shuffling the cards
"Have you ever been kissed?"
"Once," Shyla admitted. "By Matt McKennon."
"Oh..."
"Have you?"
Taylor shook his head. "No..."
"Wanna know what it's like?"
"You mean...w-with you?"
"Yup."
"Oh-Okay," he said, blushing slightly.
"On the count of three."
"One," Taylor said.
"Two," Shyla replied.
"Three," the said together, and pressed their lips together clumsily.
They stared at eachother. "So," Shyla said, "Do you have an eight's?"
"Go fish," Taylor said.....
~*EnD OF FLaSHBaCK*~
Shyla smiled, and yawned, closing her eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep filled of sweet thoughts of Taylor.
