Girl On Fire

10

"Corbin." He said desperately as I tried to walk back inside. I ignored his plea and kept walking.

"Fuck, I love you!" He yelled angrily with a slight voice crack. I stopped on the porch and spun around, nearly giving myself whiplash. He stood in place, an annoyed look written across his face. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed at himself for saying it, or at me for not letting him get the chance to finish.

I was speechless.

"I wasn't going to say it because it felt like it was way too soon." He said out loud. "I thought if I said it now, it would scare you off."

I was absolutely stunned and caught off guard. Now I felt like an asshole for trying to walk out when I definitely should've just stayed and listened to him. That's what he did for me, I should've done it for him. He waited, shifting side to side waiting for my response.

"The feelings are mutual." Was all I said to him, walking back over to where he stood.

"You just said you liked me." He said, staring down at me with a questioning look.

"Well I wasn't going to say 'I love you' for the same reason's." I told him with a shrug. He snickered while nodding his head, staring at the ground with a grin.

We both stood in silence, taking in the new found information of our confessions.

"Okay, so you're saying that you love me?" I asked him, pointing at myself. It was finally starting to click, my excitement building up.

"I have not shut up about you since that day you crashed." He replied instantly. "The way you came out of the truck was bad ass! Your long hair in your face as you crawled out of the back window that you punched, keep in mind." He said, talking with his hands much more than usual. I stared at him with a soft smile, admiring the way he spoke about me nearly dying.

"You're really like no other girl, Corbin." He whispered. I felt my face get hotter by the second, immediately covering it with my hands that were hidden by the white sleeves. He chuckled.

"Oh my goood." I whispered, feeling ecstatic. I felt like I was on cloud nine at this point. I couldn't accept the fact that someone so amazing loved me. I didn't see anything special about myself. I never had anyone compliment me or even remotely talk about me to anyone else. This truly was an experience.

"When I danced with you in your kitchen that morning, it just clicked. Everything felt in place, as if I was meant to be there at that moment." He continued. I uncovered my eyes, looking up at him.

"And I know you felt that spark when we kissed. No way only I felt that!" He laughed. I threw my head back and laughed with him.

"No, no I did. Most definitely." I gushed with a large smile. He gave me a toothy grin before pulling me into a comforting hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sighed in relief. This was it. This was where I was meant to be. In his arms, in his home, wearing his shirt. He gently rocked us back and forth, his arms on my shoulders.

"Can you light my love," he started to sing quietly as we rocked. I unhid my face to sing along.

"Flames glowing bright as the sun." I sung, matching his pitch. He stopped, staring at me with wide eyes and a smile.

"Deeper than oceans you run." He continued as he placed his hands on the sides of my face, impatient to hear me sing again.

"Watch as our world has begun." I sung, staring deep into his eyes. He pulled me in for a deep sweet kiss, feeling my heart flutter under his touch.

"My god, you're amazing!" He cried. I wrapped my arms around his waist again, hiding my face in his chest. He laughed.

"No, I gotta hear more." He said. "Can you hit the high notes?" He asked me.