go ahead and crawl into
some kind of hole?" His voice brought me right back, his tone unsure
and uneasy.
"What did you say?" I whispered, the surprise was evident in my voice.
"I like you." He repeated, clearly this time.
There's no way I could have mistaken that. I slowly turned to look at
him, a shiver running through my body as the cold wind came in contact
with my bare skin where my t-shirt and shorts left exposed flesh. He
looked anxious and a mixture of a few other things that I couldn't pin
point out. "Why?"
I hadn't exactly meant to say it, but how could I not? Here, this
gorgeous guy that was way too perfect to be true was telling me he
liked me. I needed to know why me when he could have his pick of
pretty much any girl out there.
He chuckled softly, no really sign of amusement in his voice. "Because
I do. You’re beautiful, sweet, fun to be with, I’m comfortable around
you. I’ve never met anyone I could really be so much myself with." His
blue eyes met mine again, which only seemed to slow my breathing.
"Truth is , I'm kind of crazy about you."
That seemed to stop my breathing all together. Realizing that I
wasn't, I drew in a long breathe which only seemed to catch his
attention and keep my heart beating a bit longer. "I think...I think I
forgot to breathe."
His laughter filled the silence and I felt my lips tug for a smile.
"Can I ask you something?"
I shrugged, my mind and heart still racing. "Okay, but if I turn blue
remind me to breathe."
He chuckled again, his voice a bit tense. He had been looking at the
ground, but this time his eyes were set right on mine and I didn't
have the heart to look away. Actually, it may have been impossible for
me to. "Do you like me too?"
All I could do was nod. All of my other systems seemed to be shut down
completely. I seemed to have very little control over my senses at the
moment.
I saw a smile tugging at his lips, his blue eyes shining brighter than
the sky when lightning would strike. "Would you push me away if I
kissed you right now?"
I shook my head. "No." I whispered. I was totally, completely, and
utterly caught up in this boy.
He leaned over, his surprisingly warm hand on my cheek, our lips only
centimeters from each other. "Will your dad shoot me if he sees us?"
He whispered, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. Just like
my eyes were doing to him.
"Most likely. You think it's worth it?"
He smirked a bit, leaning in fully, capturing my lips with his. I
wasn't even sure how to describe it. I wasn't sure I was even thinking
at all. It was like the rest of the world had faded and the only thing
around was just him and I. I didn't know how it felt to fly, but I'm
sure this kiss could come in to a very close second with that feeling.
Yes, I know, I sound sappy and cliché and I'm fully aware, but quite
honestly the only way I could have described it was with one word.
Perfect.
I wasn't sure just how long we had been kissing, but when we parted I
was very aware of how out of breathe I was. I felt intoxicated.
"You breathing?" He murmured with a grin as he pressed his forehead to mine.
"Not very well."
"For the record," He began as he twirls a piece of my hair, his
forehead still against mine. "It would have been worth getting shot."
I was never going to get to sleep tonight. That hope was long gone now.
---
I was grinning like a total idiot by 5:00am when I had gotten back up
to my room. I slipped under the covers and turned to face my wall,
still smiling. I couldn't help it.
The fresh memories were still replaying in my mind for maybe the tenth
time since I had told him goodnight. Which had only been a couple
minutes ago.
He had kissed me. He had confessed his feelings for me. He had even
asked me to officially be his girlfriend. But there was one issue to
this. My father.
I couldn't just casually bring it up that I was now dating Ben. The
boy he thought of as a
some kind of hole?" His voice brought me right back, his tone unsure
and uneasy.
"What did you say?" I whispered, the surprise was evident in my voice.
"I like you." He repeated, clearly this time.
There's no way I could have mistaken that. I slowly turned to look at
him, a shiver running through my body as the cold wind came in contact
with my bare skin where my t-shirt and shorts left exposed flesh. He
looked anxious and a mixture of a few other things that I couldn't pin
point out. "Why?"
I hadn't exactly meant to say it, but how could I not? Here, this
gorgeous guy that was way too perfect to be true was telling me he
liked me. I needed to know why me when he could have his pick of
pretty much any girl out there.
He chuckled softly, no really sign of amusement in his voice. "Because
I do. You’re beautiful, sweet, fun to be with, I’m comfortable around
you. I’ve never met anyone I could really be so much myself with." His
blue eyes met mine again, which only seemed to slow my breathing.
"Truth is , I'm kind of crazy about you."
That seemed to stop my breathing all together. Realizing that I
wasn't, I drew in a long breathe which only seemed to catch his
attention and keep my heart beating a bit longer. "I think...I think I
forgot to breathe."
His laughter filled the silence and I felt my lips tug for a smile.
"Can I ask you something?"
I shrugged, my mind and heart still racing. "Okay, but if I turn blue
remind me to breathe."
He chuckled again, his voice a bit tense. He had been looking at the
ground, but this time his eyes were set right on mine and I didn't
have the heart to look away. Actually, it may have been impossible for
me to. "Do you like me too?"
All I could do was nod. All of my other systems seemed to be shut down
completely. I seemed to have very little control over my senses at the
moment.
I saw a smile tugging at his lips, his blue eyes shining brighter than
the sky when lightning would strike. "Would you push me away if I
kissed you right now?"
I shook my head. "No." I whispered. I was totally, completely, and
utterly caught up in this boy.
He leaned over, his surprisingly warm hand on my cheek, our lips only
centimeters from each other. "Will your dad shoot me if he sees us?"
He whispered, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. Just like
my eyes were doing to him.
"Most likely. You think it's worth it?"
He smirked a bit, leaning in fully, capturing my lips with his. I
wasn't even sure how to describe it. I wasn't sure I was even thinking
at all. It was like the rest of the world had faded and the only thing
around was just him and I. I didn't know how it felt to fly, but I'm
sure this kiss could come in to a very close second with that feeling.
Yes, I know, I sound sappy and cliché and I'm fully aware, but quite
honestly the only way I could have described it was with one word.
Perfect.
I wasn't sure just how long we had been kissing, but when we parted I
was very aware of how out of breathe I was. I felt intoxicated.
"You breathing?" He murmured with a grin as he pressed his forehead to mine.
"Not very well."
"For the record," He began as he twirls a piece of my hair, his
forehead still against mine. "It would have been worth getting shot."
I was never going to get to sleep tonight. That hope was long gone now.
---
I was grinning like a total idiot by 5:00am when I had gotten back up
to my room. I slipped under the covers and turned to face my wall,
still smiling. I couldn't help it.
The fresh memories were still replaying in my mind for maybe the tenth
time since I had told him goodnight. Which had only been a couple
minutes ago.
He had kissed me. He had confessed his feelings for me. He had even
asked me to officially be his girlfriend. But there was one issue to
this. My father.
I couldn't just casually bring it up that I was now dating Ben. The
boy he thought of as a
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