The Girl Who Wanted Love

Jay helped me back to his house, despite my multiple comments that I was fine and didn't need any help.

"Just, shut up, okay? You just came out of a coma, from the hospital." I sighed and let him carry me up the stairs anyways.

"Shit!" I slapped my forehead with my hand. "I need to go back to my parents and get my things, I have a couple thousande dollars there and I need to get an apartment. I get regular checks from family members every week becuase they know my mother is a bitch. I also get support from my father but, I am not ever going to live with him."

"I'll drive you over. But, I have something that may help you get around just a little bit more easily." He went to a closet and grabbed a pair of crutches. He adjusted them so they fit my height and handed me them.

"Thanks Jay, you're too kind. Especially for not knowing me very well." I blushed when I saw the way he was looking at me, no one had ever looked at me with such concern.

He tilted my chin up and removed the hair from my face. My heart started to beat faster, his face came closer to mine. His eyes were focused on mine, I closed my eyes when I started to feel the heat of his lips on mine. His right hand rested onthe back of my neck, while his left hand craddled lmy face. His lips smooshed onto mine, elagantly and softly, as if I would shatter into a million pieces like glass. His lips slowed and started to pull away but, they kissed me once more.

When he pulled me away I could still feel his lips on mine and the electric-like shock that zinged through my body. I opened my eyes to find his trained on my. I felt my cheels heat up, his hands slid down to my lower back and embraced me.

I found myself never wanting him to let me go. Could this be the beginnig of what I thought it was?

Was this love?