“What are you doing?”

“Putting some music on.” She slid her chosen disc,Damien Rice’s O album into the CD player,and then browsed through the listing on back of the case until she found the number of the track she wanted to play.Delicate.She pressed play and then she clicked the repeat button,knowing that this was exactly the song she wanted playing when she made her next move.

“Music?Seriously?” I swung around to glare at her. “What kind of game are you playing here?It’s pretty fucking obvious I don’t live in a house we can hang out and listen to music in.”

“I know.” Breath hitching in her throat,she shakily reached for the hem of her t-shirt and tugged it over her head. “I’m not playing any games,Joe.” Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. “I swear.”

“Then what…” I shook my head,and she watched as a look of tormented confusion filled my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“It’s okay.” Unsnapping the button of her jeans,she pushed them down her legs,and then kicked them off,right along with her knock off converse.

My eyes burned with head and my nostrils flared.

“It’s okay.” She repeated,slowly pushing her thong down until it landed with the rest of her clothes. “I want this.”

I stood,frozen as a statue,watching her as she walked to my bed and sat down on the bottom bunk. “You want what?”

“I want you to have me,” She told me,as she layed naked on my bed. “All of me.”

“No.” I quickly shook my head,refuting her offer. “You don’t want this.Trust me- and especially not here.”

“Yes,Joey.I do.” She urged. “And it has to be here.”

I looked so lost when I choked out the words. “Why?”

“Because I want to put one good memory of this house in your head.”

Raw emotion flashed in my eyes. “You don’t have to do that.”