"For the last time," I growled angrily, "I do NOT look good in dresses!" I sat back down on the garnet bench, trying to ignore Darth's expression. He was trying to hold in laughter. Never was I a fan of Valentine's Day - I find it useless to go around expressing love to everyone. I mean, there isn't a such thing called love. I realized that after Alex left me. Then, all of a sudden, Darth shows up because Zora brought him back from the dead... He's just some geeky kid who actually cares.
There was a soft breeze and Darth cracked a smile. I was blushing and probably matched the color of my barret. Darth let out a half-heated sigh.
"Well, I've kissed you, haven't I?" he said. The shock seemed to send me to my feet once more, to scold him, but he just went on. "So doesn't that mean that I would like you in whatever you're wearing?" Darth's smile was soft and I furrowed my eyebrows. He actually had the nerve to comment my damn dress once, but then he goes on about kissing me?! My face grew hot and I swear if it weren't for that cute face of his and that he was right, I would have throttled him.
"But that was just to annoy Clair!" I cried, trying to shoot down all of the romantic stuff. Darth sighed softly. "I don't look good in dresses!" I took a step towards him and jabbed his chest with my finger. He looked at me, that little grin pulling at his perfectly sculpted lips. Would it be a smirk? Was he actually smirking at me?!
"Hm..." he said, eyeing me. I shied away slightly, afraid of what might happen.
"You don't care..." I finally said slightly, narrowing my eyes at him. His dark blue ones widened in shock slightly before he sighed.
"Let's see what you'll have to say about this," he said.
Before I knew it, I was pulled forward sharply, but gently all at the same time. My eyes were wide and I was alert, but my brain wasn't reacting fast enough. I was aware that something warm pressed against my lips, my heart was pounding, but I didn't understand.
It felt like forever until I realized Darth's arms were around me and his lips were on mine. I wanted to panic, but it was too perfect to pull away. Darth's lips were soft and he was gentle, yet it seemed that all of his passion was put into this one gesture. My eyes fluttered closed and my fingers curled on his chest slightly.
And for one moment, everything was perfect.
