"... that pencil ... "

You look at Miranda's back while she walks again towards the house.

"That pencil ... is it the one you used to tie up you hair in Sarah's room, right?" You say, noticing that she was now holding it two broken pieces of it.

She stops, still giving you her back, turning her head just a bit.

"I'm surprised you noticed it. So you did actually watch it, uh? Good eye."

"Yeah, i watched it. I remember every detail. I still have the images lingering in my eyes ..."

"Whoa, that's pretty weird to say, you know." She says shady, turning with a slight smirk.

"I actually regret watching it. I stopped it and deleted it when i realized ... Now those images haunt me."

"Realized what?" She asks hissing.

"That i couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand seeing you with another. Miranda, mabye what you said to Matt was just an excuse. Mabye the truth is that you don't like me, but i do. I like you."

She stares at you apparently impassive.

"No. I'm sorry, Miranda that's not truth... it was just an excuse i kept telling myself to stand there and do nothing while we agreed to play this game. I don't like you."

"I love you." You add after a brief pause, while you attempt to read her reaction.

She remains there, still and perfect like a statue, holding your gaze like you were talking about maths.

"Y-You said your truth. I said mine. You can go back inside to play that stupid game if you want. I'm leaving though. And the main reason is that i cannot stand just even the thought of you with Tom or Matt, god forbid seeing it in first person."

A trace of dismay seems to break through her poker face for a moment when you take a step back, as to go through with your intention.

"John i ..."

She lowers her eyes, avoiding yours. Her hair fall down, hiding her face.

"I'm mad at you. I was mad at Matt. No, i'm still mad at him. He even told me of what happend at Stacy's. But i forgave him. "

You hear her puff loudly under the brown curtain.

"I will need some time to forget about that video, but i still want you Miranda... I-If you ..."

She starts to walk steadily towards you, keeping her eyes down.
You run to her, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her up and then close to you.
She meets your eyes, and your meet hers. They're wet, beautiful and magnetic as ever, but wet.
From the distance she kept you didn't notice it before.
You feel her delicate, cold hands on your jaw. Without a word she kisses you, tilting her head.
It's a sweet, gentle kiss.

You enjoy it numbly for a moment, before your lust takes over.
Your hands clamp around her waist. One raises up under her loose tank top.
Her mouth uncloses slightly, you start to respond her kiss.
You feel the fabric of her bra under the tip of your fingers, and her burning lips between yours.
She arches back. Your bulge presses against her toned belly.

Your hands gilde simultaneously on her smooth skin, and cup her voluptous breast.
Hers move to you chest, pushing you imperceptibly.
She breaks the kiss.

You stare at each other silently.

"I'm sorry." She whispers.

Speechless, you simply smile like and idiot. You feel like your heart is exploding in your chest.
She smiles back, while her hands sneak inside yours.

"M-Me too." You manage to say after a while.