The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 23• Pleasant Unpleasantries

Chapter 23• Pleasant Unpleasantries

The way-too-perfect-for-my-life moment got intense as I stared into his eyes. Those chocolate and honey eyes, that I saw from a distance in what felt like a trance on the first day at my new school. Blake's pupils looked like they were growing bigger and less of the chocolate and honey colour was showing as they expanded and then extracted as his eyes focused on mine.

My heart was having a million palpitations at once and although I tried, my breaths were unsteady and I had to breathe through my lips to get enough air to my lungs. Blake seemed to be having the same re-actions, lips parted, breathing uncontrolled. His lips were so close to mine, so close that if I just tilted my head, his plump, perfectly angled lips could be touching my own.

I felt in heaven, but in a spinning heaven. My head was spinning and I was beginning to wonder if Blake was spinning as well, because we seemed to be spinning together as the world staying in its spot. Neither of us knew what to do next. I fantasised about him kissing me in this moment. Even if I want it, I can't expect it. I just can't. It's not going to happen. I just have that feeling. Even if I wish that feeling wasn't real.

Blake slowly lifted his hands. He kept his eyes on mine while doing so and my mind was racing with thoughts. What is he thinking right now? Does he want to kiss me as much as I want to?

Do I actually want to?

That's an easy question. But should I? Can I? Can't I?

His rough hands caressed my cheeks by the pad of his thumb. He threaded his fingers through my hair so both his hands were cradling my head, ever so softly. I wanted to let out a sound of pleasure at just this little gesture but I forced myself to hold it in.

Blake was treading lightly as if testing the waters. It amused me and comforted me equally and I welcomed the feeling. My heart and stomach were doing weird swirling and flipping movements but I didn't want to focus on that.

"I don't know if I should do this," Blake stated quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. His soft, rugged voice sent the hairs on my neck to literally stand up straight.

I don't know what to answer with so I kept silent. I was fifty-percent sure he was talking to himself.

"But I want to." Blake continued, his expression looking honest with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. The pad of his thumb was now running in circles and I could barely comprehend the few, but meaningful words that came out of his mouth. "I've actually wanted to for a long time..." Blake's eyebrows furrowed again. He looked at me like he wanted answers, but I couldn't understand what point he was trying to make.

He... wants to... he has wanted to for a while.... Whats he talking about? My eyes scanned over his face, for the dozenth time, to try and understand him. Try to read him. He was being so cryptic and in times like this I can't think straight...

"I want to kiss you, Ella."

He... he.... wants.... kiss.... me... as in- ...me. Kiss. Him.

So I heard this thing about breathing in air to go to your lungs, and then to the heart and numerous other places in the body. I guess I've also heard that it's crucially needed, to do this other thing called surviving. But I don't think I'm going to be able to do either of them so what's the point?

Memories of Joey and I came back into my head. I desperately didn't want to think about him though. I really didn't and I wished he would leave my life, my head.

"Ella, are you...." Blake trailed off and I noticed that our foreheads weren't touching like they were before. Although he was still close enough that I felt his minty breath flutter across my face. It awakened me from recalling nerdy science stuff that I haven't heard in a while. The thoughts of the back-stabbing ex also went away.