desire
[de'zī(e)r]
noun
a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen

Tyler arrived home a few hours after midnight. He was exhausted from all the running. His hair was wavy and messy and his suit with torn a bit.

The boy walked up to the front door and knocked. When Jenna opened the door, her jaw dropped when she saw how Tyler looked.

"My sweet child!" She cried; pulling him into her arms. "What happened to you?"

"I got into an accident, but I'm alright."

"Oh thank god."

She brought him inside and took him upstairs into the bathroom. She undressed him and drew a bath for him. From there, she washed him as gently and as lightly as she could.

"Did you have a good time at the ball?"

"Yes Jenna, I did."

"Did you see your friends?"

"Yeah, I didn't talk to them though."

"Are you still mad at them?"

"No, I just wanted to enjoy my time hanging out with the boy I like."

"The one you told me about?"

"Yeah."

"Did you enjoy hanging out with him?"

"I did."

Jenna smiled.

"That's good."

She rubbed his back with a washcloth.

"I happened to notice that one of your dress shoes is missing. Can you explain why?"

"I tripped on my way out." Tyler said. "I forgot to pick it up. I hope the boy like found it for me. He could give it back to me when I see him tomorrow."

"Those were expensive shoes Tyler. I want them back here by tomorrow."

"Yes Jenna."

After she was done, Tyler slipped on his pajamas and got in bed. She spent the rest of his night looking at the discarded dress shoe. He hoped Josh found it and would return to him when he saw him again.