The two of them keep making out for a while, before eventually starting to move together slowly. Their kisses become hungrier, faster, and they start rolling their hips forward. This goes on for quite sometime until they finally come to a rest against each other again.“Sorry. I just got carried away.” Sergio apologizes.Serena giggles and shakes her head. “Don’t apologize. It’s our first time doing this, after all.”Sergio chuckles before leaning forward and planting a long trail of kisses down her jawline and to the side of her neck. She moans in response. “God, Sergio. That feels so good.” She whines.“Does it?” Sergio asks as he bites on her collarbone.“Yes,” She says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.”“Why is that?” Sergio asks curiously. “Is it because we haven’t done this yet?” He pulls his head up and glances down at her lips.“Not necessarily,” She says, licking her lower lip slightly. "I think you make me turned on!"Sergio raises an eyebrow at her. “

“Well, it’s kind of stupid, really.” He admits.Serena frowns a bit. “No, no it’s not. Tell me.”“Promise you won’t laugh?” He asks.“I promise.” She assures him.He swallows thickly. “Alright. Well, I… I wanted to ask you this morning…” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a brief moment, preparing himself for whatever he’s about to say next. Then he continues. “But I chickened out, and didn’t actually do it. But now that I think about it, I should have done it anyway. I should have told you sooner. I should have told you ages ago. Or maybe I should have said it yesterday.” He lets out a heavy sigh, looking down again at the ground.“Sergio? What are you talking about?” Serena prods.Sergio looks up at her and meets her eyes again. “You remember the day that we met?” He asks her.Serena nods her head.“Do you remember what happened afterwards?”She thinks back to that day. She vaguely recalls hearing her mother call her name as she ran away from home and running down the s

“Why would you rather stay with me than going to your family?” He asks curiously.Serena frowns. “Because…because I care about you so much! I don’t want you feeling alone. I don’t want you feeling scared or lonely! I don’t want you to feel sad because of me! Don’t you get it? I don’t want you to feel that way.” She explains, taking hold of his hands tightly.“If I feel that way then why do you stay with me anyway?” He questions softly. Her eyes widen slightly and she blinks rapidly several times. “I...I….” She trails off.“Don’t answer that. I guess I already knew the answer.” He mumbles.“No, I’m serious. You…you make me happy.” She says in barely above a whisper. Her voice is quiet and filled with emotion. She bites her lower lip nervously as she averts her gaze.Sergio smiles fondly and brushes her hair behind her ear. “And you make me happy too, Serena.” He says, resting his forehead against hers.She laughs softly. “Okay, well, that’s good enough.” She says, leaning her head aga

Sergio wakes up to the soft buzzing of his phone. He groans quietly as he reaches for it, unlocking it and glancing at the screen to find out who's calling."Hello?" He answers cautiously."Sergio?" A feminine voice responds."Yes, hello?" He responds, trying to mask the confusion in his voice."It's Serena." She says timidly."Right...hi…" Sergio says apprehensively. He can hear her breathing heavily on the other line and feels a pang of guilt in his chest. He's been avoiding talking to her since they had lunch together on Friday and he knows she's probably wondering why he hasn't contacted her since. "Listen, about last week… I didn't mean to yell at you, okay? I'm sorry." He apologizes earnestly."It's okay… It was my fault." She replies quietly."No, it wasn't. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take my frustrations out on you." Sergio reiterates.Serena stays silent for a few moments. "I don't want this to become some type of routine. I don't like fighting with you." She confesses."Ne

When she gets there, she takes another step forward. And another step. And another. Until eventually, she reaches the basement.She walks over to the couch where the box she found is lying on. She grabs it and walks to the entrance of the house, shutting the door behind her.As she reaches the top of the driveway, she stops walking, staring at the street ahead of her. Her hand is gripping tightly onto the box containing the necklace which is now resting in the palm of her left hand.She hesitates for a brief second. Should she really do it? What if it does get worse?She decides to take a risk. She places the box down gently on one of the chairs in the garage before opening it up. Once it is open, she pulls out the necklace carefully, careful not to drop the box.Once she has it in her hands, she looks down at it. It looks exactly the same as it did the day she found it. Same design and color, same small charm hanging on its chain.She remembers that fateful day so clearly. She rememb