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Same age as my little sister Caoimhe and I'll be real with you, one of the most toughest, hardest people to crack. She doesn't give an inch and when she does she immediately backs off the very next day. Takes me a whole week to get into her good graces again.

Is it draining?

A little.

But I feel like shit every time I walk away from her. I go back to her, every time. She doesn't let me touch her, she doesn't let me go to her place, she's cold, she's distant. But I don't know what it is about her but I will never not go back to her.

Well recently I was able to break through that touch exterior. Took a lot of backing off, a lot of late nights at a diner buying her ice cream, a lot just being there for her. It started with a date, a simple date at a restaurant. It went well, chatted like we always do, barely touched, kept away from her and let her be herself.

Now you'd think by the fifth date she'd let loose. Nah we're on the tenth and she's still pent up. She still hasn't relaxed, she let's me hold her hand and you know what? Hell yeah. I get to hold her hand. Her hand is soft, it's warm, it's small but it's her.

Only issue i have -not with her- is that not my sister Caoimhe, not my brother Conor or my friends Kienan, Kathrine, Desmond, Naihm, Bethany, Liam. Well expect for Damien but Damien isn't related to me, want anything to do with her.

Anyway, I won't dwell on that. I'm sitting on my bed, playing Playstation and she's beside me. A decent amount of space between us. She has earphones on, her 80's music playing -yeah she just has a key to heart at this point- and my tiny brain (my dick) takes over. I don't immediately get to it, I hold her hand, I kiss her knuckles, I take her earphones off, I whisper things to her and slowly I kiss her. First time I've kissed her and let me tell you. No girl has every made my heart beat faster or made my stomach flip by kissing me and she's not even doing anything.

I move over her, my hands moving from her hands to her hips and she immediately tenses up.

I do but i take my time and she repeats herself, this time a bit louder, more desperate.

The minute I'm off, she gets off the bed. She grabs her things and stuffs them into her bag.