Chapter 10: VEE

I looked at Yaron and felt it. The tip of my tongue itched, my lips were longing for his and the butterflies in my stomach had become restless.

Yaron had kissed me. Or I had kissed him? Or we had both kissed each other? I no longer remembered the details. They were mixed up. Mixed like a palette of colors that formed a new one. Indescribable. Unique.

What color was a kiss? Ours was like a rainbow when it rained and you see the tiny drops of water clinging from the leaves.

I had bitten his lips like a cake before knowing what his mouth tasted like. His taste was similar. Sweet. Addictive. So good that I had to do it again.

That’s why, the next morning, I went to his house. That’s why I rang his doorbell. I needed him. I needed to feel his lips on mine again ... and again ... and again...

Hannah opened the front door. Or maybe it was Miriam. They looked as alike as two peas in a pod, and I didn’t pay enough attention to them to tell them apart. I only knew that the oldest of the three was Martha, because she had dark hair, not blonde like the sun. Unfortunately, she liked me the least.

“Hello, Vee.” She turned and shouted toward the stairs to the upper floor.

“Yaron, Vee is here!”

When I heard his name, I shivered. You could hear a word so many times that it would lose its meaning, its importance, and would end up being completely indifferent to you. However, to hear it after a vital moment like a kiss, then the tickling was inevitable. The word grew, expanded inside you, and became something with the ability to make you shiver.