Kiss Me | (Roswell Fanfiction) | √

KISS ME

You know those movies where this girl of a poor unsuspecting boyfriend turns completely psycho and won't leave him alone until she ends up killing him after extended periods of excruciating torture?

I'm that boyfriend.

I only need to see the back of her head to know that it is her. I would recognize those blond curls anywhere. Ever since I broke up with her four weeks ago, she has made certain to remain a persistent presence in my life. I have tried everything to get my message across, but she seems utterly unable to fathom that I don't want to be part of any relationship where she and I are the product.

My steps falter and escape plans whispers through my mind. Only one thought is clear in my head.

I have to get away before she sees me.

Maybe I'm exaggerating. I really don't think that Tess would go psycho, but for some reason she won't get it into her head that it's over between us.

That's when she turns. I watch how her curls bounce as time seems to slow and I follow the movement of her head and freeze as her eyes connect with mine.

Crap.

I quickly spin on my heels and enter the closest store, knowing that she is already walking towards me. As the automatic doors slide shut behind me, I soon realize that out of all stores to hide in, I've picked 'Victoria's Secret'. Bras, panties, thongs, stockings... I sigh and shake my head, not sure if I should be elated or distraught.

My eyes scan the area for a hiding place, landing on a petite brunette in the far back corner and I pause. She's holding a laced red bra in front of her, scrutinizing the article and seemingly completely unaware of my staring.

That's when it hits me.

This idea seeps into my mind and promptly solidifies. Before I know how I did it, I've closed the distance between us and am stepping up next to the brunette.

"Excuse me," I say, and watch as she turns to me. Chocolate eyes meet mine, taking a couple of seconds to slowly roam my face and my upper body, and her lips bend into a soft smile.

"Yes?"

My voice seems to have died about the same time that my throat tightened and my mouth went dry. She's gorgeous.

"Sorry, this might seem a bit weird..."

"Let me guess," she says, her voice soft and warm. "It's your girlfriend's birthday and you want to get her some lingerie, but you have no idea where to start."

I find myself smiling and I shake my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed about what I'm about to ask her for.

"No," I say and absently scratch behind my ear, "Actually not."

She raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

I swallow and am about to ignore what I had planned, but yellow out of the corner of my eye spurs me into action. I step closer to her and something in her eyes shift as I lean in close. I feel the heat of her skin and can smell apples from her hair, making my heart beat faster, as I speak softly into her ear; "You see that blonde woman over at the bikinis?"

Her eyes hold mine for a second and I imagine hearing a change in her breathing, before she slightly looks over her shoulder.

"Yes," she answers, still looking away.

Is her voice trembling?

I let my eyes caress her unblemished skin, following the angle of her jaw, lingering at the blush of her cheeks and the soft profile of her lips. "She's my ex."