Until I see you again

Faithful Wishes

"I told you I wouldn't drink, not after last night." I said as Dillan walked over, two glasses of champagne in his hands. We were in his room again, and he'd been pretty confident in every move he made after our slow dance.
         "They're for me." He said simply, smirking as he sat down next to me on the edge of the bed. "I don't want you to drink either."
          "Har har har..." I said as I rolled my eyes playfully and looked down, smiling faintly as I fidgeted with my hands. I don't know why I was smiling, but whenever I'm with him I feel... Happy. For the first time in almost a year I'm happy.
"I love it when you smile." He whispered, looking ahead at the wall and took a small sip of one of the glasses of champagne. "You should do it more often."
           "I only do it when I'm with you." I whispered then quickly covered my mouth. I just gave him my go ahead to loving me. Oh no. No no no no. I don't want that. I quickly looked up at him and shook my head. How could I process everything but that before blurting it out. He stared at me, and I stared at him, he slowly rested down the champagne.
          "I know you didn't mean that, don't worry." He whispered then looked down, sad. Again.
          "Dillan, I..." I trailed off, I couldn't think of anything else to say, dammit. And then, he quickly leaned forward in a blink of an eye, and then, that warm feeling returned. Our lips were together. They weren't just together, they clashed together like two battle ships, succumbing into their doomed fates. I sat tense, my eyes wide.
           No, he's still out there. And here I was, not pulling away. But something came over me, the dance, that night about his son, the women he loved, all replaying in my mind before I closed my eyes, succumbing like the ships into the doom, but it wasn't doom. It was love. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to myself, our lips being forced harder together in the process.
           He was confident enough to bury his hand into the fabric by my thigh, gripping it tightly before we slowly pulled away, our eyes were closed for a moment before I opened my eyes, slightly out of breath as I looked up at him, my arms slowly sliding away from his neck and down his arms, passing his biceps. He opened his eyes and looked at me in return, I know he was as shocked as I was.
           I slowly stood up and looked away from his gaze, clearing my throat. "Goodnight, Dillan." I whispered hurrying out before he could respond.
           I was starting to fall in love.