Musk

Catching Up

        Its been days since I have gotten those flowers.

        I haven't gotten anything else but a letter that came in a day after, that was blank. Almost like they just sent me a canvas without the pain or effort. Shouldn't be surprised though. This isn't the first time that's happened, being given a lovely gift with no giver. Which makes it sound like some sort of fairy tale, if you ask me. It reminded me of this one novel I read, yet after the heroin received her gift she was whisked away into a world of romance and magic, not quite the normal response, but hey, whatever works. 

        But Whenever this person sends me gifts he always has my favorite color coordinated with thee arraignments, purple. Purple, purple, and more purple. Its always there. I haven't told anyone about my favorite color other then my family and friends. One other thing, whenever he sends his gifts if the paper wasn't blank, it would say something totally sweet or totally lewd.  Other then "Good Luke" from the last gift. He once made a comment about my body. To which I was horrified, yet flattered. 

        "Sounds like you have a secret admirer" My best guy friend, Ryan suspected. I measly rolled my eyes with a small smile. "I'm serious, this person seems to be very interested" 

        "Your being silly." I said. "Hey maybe interested, but he's... being odd.. I don't even know his name." I admitted, though he doesn't seem surprised by all that I have told him, which surprised me as well, he seemed enthusiastic and happy, more or less. "But how could he have known my favorite colors?" I asked, Ryan just shrugged his shoulders in a sigh. 

        "I say you have nothing to worry about." He reassured. I nodded once with a shy smile as he kept smiling at me. "come on Al." That was his pet name for me, its always has been. "If it bothers you that much I'll help you out with it." My smiled grew wider, surprising I didn't smother my purple gloss all over my skin. Yes, I got dressed up for this. Don't judge. 

        "Maybe your enjoying this yourself." I said slightly accusing, but had a half heart-ed giggle. "At least you don't freak out like Siruis did." Siruis was my best girl friend, I've known her longer then Ryan and that's not up for discussion, I trusted both of them with my life.

        Ryan just gave me one of his "drop-dead" smiles. I swear, that boy could always make me feel week in the knees just from his smile. I bit my lip shyly as he placed a calming hand over mine. And this wasn't just some fairy tale "butterflies in my stomach" feeling. I was actually in love with him. Strange to say, considering I never really been in love with anyone else. sure I've had a few crushes growing up, but here I am a 23 year old woman in love with my best friend from high school. Ironic, truly.

        "Anyone would be lucky to have you." I whispered under my breath, he glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. Oh, I said it out load. great. I groaned in embarrassment and bit my lip again. "sorry..." I muttered and pulled my hand away. I could feel my eyes warm with tears. wait, why was I crying? Oh yes, the embarrassment of my best friend finding out how I felt about him. As I looked back at him he had a mysterious gleam light in his eyes.

         He looked.. pleased, yet also hesitant. He walked up to me a little too fast, which caused me to back up, was he mad at me? This thought gotten me frightened. I tried to back up further but I was stopped by the cold brick wall of the building we where in looked up at him, his eyes seem to stare right through me. My eyes where wet with tears and my breath was caught in my throat. He looked to serious now, his calm expression changed from something soothing into something much more dark and intense.  Those eyes of his could end someone..

        I was so scared at this moment, he was so close to me that I could feel his stomach press up to me.  I closed my eyes tight and turned away, have expecting him to hit me. I was surprised to feel his hand brush up against my  cheek to clean my falling tears away, letting his hand stay and caress my flushed cheek. his hand felt rougher then I expected it too be...

The next time he did totally surprised me, I felt his lips crash onto mine. Kissing me in a hungry manner, he wasn't going slow either, not in the slightest. His lips where almost like the texture of sand paper from the way they moved on mine, fast and coerced. I enjoyed it though,  I tried to move my arms to wrap them around his neck, but he quickly took his free hand and pinned them above my head. My head was spinning in a wheel as he kept the kiss going, of course I was kissing him back, how could I not...?

All too soon he pulled away slowly, letting his thumb trace my bottom lip as he looked at me. I slowly opened my eyes as I let my mouth open slightly, I looked at him in a daze and let out a shaky sigh. His look still intence and his jaw locked before his next words came out.

"Why did it have to be you..."