3 weeks later.
Loren was gone and dead, Samira and her friends and brothers moved in with Kit.
They had moved out for a bigger house with more rooms and bathrooms.
Samira repeatedly said she was sorry to everyone and they reassured her it was okay.
She closed her fathers account and took the cash, using Simon to wipe their memory of the bank accountant when they were done.
Samira had gathered her belongings and cleaned the house of everything so there would be no trace of her or her family in the house.
She made a small burial ground in a forest near her father's home and cried quietly until she no longer had tears in her eyes.
She forgave her father and felt good that it wasn't her fault that her father ignored her.
It never was.
They moved a mile out of town from New York State and everyone got acquainted with the new lifestyle they were to live.
Unfortunately, Kit said they had to act like a family so the teens will not be able to go public with their relationship.
One can imagine the fight that was put up and everyone reluctantly agreed.
Simon and Samira are closer than ever before inseparable.
Since they couldn't be public with their relationship, they went on walks through the forest although it usually ended up with them making out.
They even had their own special place in the forest where they talked, ate, made out, and enjoyed each others company.
They talked about the battle and spoke about everything the good and bad before it was banished to the back of their minds.
Right now, Samira and Simon were in the forest, in their spot, sitting on top of a fallen trunk with Samira straddling his lap, his hands on her hips, her arms around his neck as they kissed.
She pulled back for air and Simon searched her lips again but she pulled back more.
"We should get back. Your dad might get worried."
He pulled her closer and kissed her neck.
She moaned as she felt him kiss her pulse. Then kissed it again and again and again.
"Simon..." She breathed out as he pulled his lips away from her skin and placed his forehead against hers.
"I love you, Mira." He whispered as he rubbed her back affectionately.
"I love you, Simon." She whispered back as Simon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer and she snuggled deeper.
"I don't want you to ever leave me. I want you to stay with me so I can love you and care for you."
Samira smiled at Simon's words.
"I'll never leave you, Simon. I don't think I can if I wanted to."
"Good." Simon murmured against her lips.
"Aren't you tired from sitting like this?" She asked as she pulled back slightly.
"Almost. Not quite." He said as he kisses her once more.
She pulled back again.
"But if you're tired, I won't be able to make love to you, you know." She whispered against his ear as she trailed her hands under his shirt.
"We haven't done anything for the past few weeks, Simon. I miss you." She murmured as she places his hands against her breasts and starts to move slightly against him.
He kisses her lips, suddenly filled with desire.
He starts to squeeze her breasts then roams her body.
He missed her, he missed the fun times they had together, he missed her body and her touch and he wanted her.
Just as he started to unbutton her shirt, she grabbed his hand and stopped him.
"We should go so that tonight, I can...relax you. You need to be relaxed."
She whispered against his lips.
"You know how to torture me don't you?" He said as he pulled back and pushed back her hair.
"It will be worth the wait." She says teasingly.
Simon waggles his eyebrows and she laughs.
"Alright but I'm not ready to go yet."
She rolls her eyes but leans in and kisses him.
There will be a sequel! thnxs for reading