SKYE
he shrugs, saying he'll just have the yogurt that's left in the fridge. 'okay." my voice is quiet as he puts his arm around me. we're close at this point ,very close. close enough to... and i do it. i press my lips against his, just for a moment, before i jump away, scared for some unknown reason. maybe it's just past experience, or it's the fear that this isn't real, but i'm suddenly scared that he's lying again, and that in my moment of weakness he'll turn on me and kill me.