Burning

22

The nerve of him!

"You're dreaming," I wimped out, "I can't give you an answer right now. You should go back first."

My family has some grievances against the Smiths. If Richard dares to say such things, he'll get torn apart.

My phone rang that moment; it was my mom.

"My mom is urging me to go home for dinner," I nervously looked towards the door, afraid someone would come looking for me. I held my phone and ran home.

I ran a few meters but couldn't control myself and turned back.

I ran straight into his arms, standing on my toes, holding his neck, and quickly kissed him, "Happy New Year."

Richard hesitated momentarily, and I took the opportunity to back away and ran off.

If I'm not even slightly nimble, I would surely be caught.

As luck would have it, I walked into the yard and ran into my mother, looking for me.

"Who came?" My mom stuck her head out.

I quickly took her arm and led her back into the house, "No one, I just made a phone call."