The Secret Diaries : The End.

“Kiss me.” I suddenly said and felt his hand still on my back.
“You’re awake?” he asked in a surprised voice.

What? Did he think I’d be able to sleep through it?
I sat up…the covers falling off my body. “Yes.”
“Bibi, Lola and I broke up a long time ago. I didn’t…”

“Just kiss me so we can get over this Lola ish.” I cut him off.
After all, I knew the whole story…Kendra made sure. And yes, it would have been nice to hear it from the horse’s mouth but I couldn’t wait.
I wanted that mouth on me.

He stared at me for a while…I remember wondering if he felt unsure. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Deep and hungrily…

Then pulled away. Not again…I was beginning to think but couldnt finish when he looked me in the eyes (I mean, it was dark but he had to be) and said,
“I love you Bibi.”
My heart stopped…he finally said it to me…to my face
And he kissed me again….

And then the world was right again.

THE END

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