Lost Stars

Chapter Fifteen

We walked for fifteen minutes until we reached her house. Its's the same old house from thirteen years ago but I don't know why it looks new to me. I stared at it remembering when was the last time I stood at this very spot.

"We did some renovation, actually we've just finished it a month ago. Come, have a look."  She said as we lift our feet on the staircases of their front porch where a wodden swing is set near the door.

She opened the door and we walked inside. The living room on my right side looks the same as before. Hansel placed a new TV hanged on the wall, lava lamp on the side table and some toys scattered on the floor. The couch looks familiar though. I touch its black leather cushion.

"Will said this couch is a good one so we just decided to change the cushion, we can't find anything as same as this." She explained. I just nod.

I walked passed the cabinet filled with iron man action figures in different sizes.

"Skye really loves Iron Man." I noticed. Hansel laughed.

"No, that's not his toys, it's his dad's." She replied.

I wonder what Will looks like. There wasn't any picture of him or them around. Just as I remember, Hansel isn't a fan of taking pictures or displaying picture frames on table tops or collecting album or hang them on all the corners of the house. It was never her kind of passion and I guess it will never be.

"Still hate pictures?" I asked.

It's ironic because I'm a photographer and I've always like to take pictures of her before. She never complained about it although she wasn't interested on getting copies for her own keep. She's really weird.

"I don't hate them, it's just that I don't need to see them every single day. I've got a sharp memory, you know. I never forget." She answered and walked towards the fridge to get something to drink.

"Juice?" She asked me.

We found ourselves laughing at three in the morning because we got the same thought about this entire same event and where it leads to. I wonder where it would lead now?

"No, just water." I walked towards her and get the pitcher of water from the fridge. She was standing infront of me. Since I'm extending my arm to grab it and my other arm was at the top of the fridge, she seems imprisoned inside my arms. She looked at me and I looked back. I felt my body heat up as I saw her lips parted a little. Damn it Allen, don't let the alcohol gets in your stupid lust right now. But, the alcohol is long gone now. It's just about me, Hansel and this single inch between us. I saw her swallow, maybe she needs water more than me.

"Do you have anything else in mind now?" She asked nervous.

"Yes Hansel, I do. What would you do about it?" I provoked.

She drank her juice in three big gulps. Immediately after she removed the glass from her mouth, I took over and felt the softness of her lips on mine. It felt new as much as it felt familiar. She kissed me back while I turn her around to close the fridge. I intentionally ignored my thirst for water. I put one of my hand on her neck and the other one at her lower back to pull her closer to my body. She didn't protest, her tongue goes deeper in my mouth and she tastes intoxicating. The kiss lasted until we cannot breath anymore.

"I'm not used that you taste alcohol." She said as our lips parted.

"Get used to it then." I answered.

"I will never get used to it." She frowned.

"Then kissing me won't happen again." I laughed.

"I didn't say anything like that." She laughed too.