Lucas
After a busy day, Maya and I return to our room. I was settling down when she suddenly looked at me. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. The curls complement her skin, her big doe eyes, her black t-shirt and the chequered pants she wore after she took a shower and I imagine unholy thoughts of us being in the shower together. Reality snaps me back when she steps close to me and I ask, "What?"
I don't know if she heard me because she steps closer. I don't move. I want her. But she needs to realise what she is doing. I call out her name to shift her back to reality. "Maya."
Fuck. Why is she moving closer to me? My heart isn't stopping and I only prayed that at that moment didn't wear a smartwatch because that thing could literally show how fast my heart was beating. "What are you doing?" I ask as I pause and I swallow feeling my heart on my throat. I step back and she moves forward.
We continued this dance of forward and backward moves for I think 2 minutes until my back was met with the wall. We were so close to each other and she had her big doe black eyes on my lips before it was met with my eyes.
You look beautiful without these ugly frames she tells me, removing them from my face and placing my glasses on the table next to us. She glances back at me and I feel like, if I had blinked for a second I would miss it all. Her beauty stands out and takes my breath away.
She brings her hand close to my face and stops mid-air to ask permission, Can I?
"Maya" I whisper with a mix of warning and a hint of pleading. She needs to realise what she's up for. She doesn't proceed. I think I scared her. She steps back. Once. Twice. But before she takes a second step back, I stop her. "Maya," I call her again, desperate for her touch. She is lost in her thoughts. I don't reckon she hears me.
I call her again. "Maya."
Her eyes shine and I can see myself in the lids of her eyes and I suddenly realise the tears are on the brim of her eyes. What have I done? I shouldn't have warned her. Fuck, the last thing I wanted to do was warn her from touching me. I can't stand the silence. I can't stand her away from me.
"For heaven's sake Maya. Can you please listen to me?" I ask, half pleading her to come to me, to kiss me and to touch me.
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The boy I like
RomantiekMaya and Lucas are two people in their 20s who were close enough to know their favourite colours but never knew if they liked each other.