Rye stared out over the balcony and sighed softly. He was hardly into adulthood and had already had bad experiences with something he knew was a mark of adulthood. He had strong feelings for Mikyla and a part of him wanted to act on those feelings. However, whenever things began to get heated between them, he would end up pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” came her soft voice from the bed.

“Nothing, I guess,” he replied, coming back to bed. “I’m just… scared.”

“It’s alright,” she said, gently kissing his cheek. “We can take this as slowly as you need to. I’m not in any hurry.”