The only boy

It had only been three days since they'd been apart from each other and it felt like weeks. Mia stared at Gabe who was sitting on the floor telling her things about her thighs. She didn't know why having his hand on her body pleased her so much as if she had longed to feel his touches on her. 

Suddenly, he parted her legs, causing her to gasp. "Huh?" She forced her knees together. "Gabe," she grunted. She felt uncomfortable with the fact that he saw what was underneath her skirt so she stood up. She wasn't planning to proceed with what her sister told her to do. 

Just as she had planned, she'd confront him tomorrow at school, not now. Definitely, not now, she wasn't prepared for this. 

"You don't need to help me," she pushed his hand off her. "I need to go," she added as she rose to her feet, one was less capable of fulfilling her movement so she staggered away from him.