California Miracles

Chapter 2

I nodded, reaching for his hand and grasping it with my own. I just stared at him in amazement; I didn't think I had ever seen a more handsome man in my life. He had long blonde hair that hung about his face in a slightly messy manner, and his eyes were a brilliant light-blue that shone like diamonds in the dim light of the porch. A bit of stubble covered his chin. He was tall, and you could tell that he exercised quite often; he was muscular, and had a light tan from being out in the sun a lot. I looked up into his eyes, no words coming to mind that could possibly describe how amazing he was. He gazed down and tilted his head at me, and I soon realized that I was staring at him like some sort of serial killer. "S-Sorry," I stammered, releasing his hand. He chuckled at my response, leaning against the post with his surfboard. "It's fine." He said a bit awkwardly, and I noticed that he had been standing the entire time. I opened the gate and gestured politely for him to come in. "You can sit for a few minutes, if you'd like. I wouldn't mind the company." He nodded at my words, giving me an appreciative smile and sitting on the bench directly across from the porch swing after setting down his board. "Thanks."

We spent a while chatting and laughing about things like sports, the world, and our lives. "So, who's your favorite band?" I asked a bit later, moving us to our next topic and looking at him in curiosity. He paused for a moment to think on my question. "I'd have to say... Refused. But I'm also into Radiohead and Nirvana and stuff like that." He said, and I grinned. "Not only is he extremely attractive, he's got a killer taste in music, too," I thought to myself. "Really? That's cool! I love the same ones. The Beatles are epic, too." He grinned this time. "Nice. I don't usually meet girls who're into the same kind of music and stuff as I am," he said. "It's nice for a change." I nodded, glad to finally meet a guy I had something in common with for the first time in years. I could see myself eventually falling in love with him, but I quickly pushed away the thought. I hadn't had, or even considered having a boyfriend since I was 22. It had been 6 years since my last breakup, yet I still found it hard to trust anyone. His name was Connor, and we had been together since we were both 19. On our 3rd anniversary, I found out that he had been cheating on me for a year and a half. But even with all of that behind me, I felt like I would be able to trust Aaron somehow; I'd just have to take it slow and pace myself.

We talked for a few hours until it was 12:45 at night and we both became tired. Aaron yawned and stood to his feet, offering me a hand up from the swing. I took it, up and covering my mouth as I yawned myself. "I should probably get home now. I feel rude being here so late." He said, and I nodded, stretching my arms. "Mmkay... You're welcome over any time, Aaron. It was nice talking to you tonight." He was silent for a moment, as if he was shocked that I had said something like that. Then he smiled, we said our goodbyes, and he walked over to his house.

I flicked off the lights and went inside, showered, and then crawled into my bed. I pulled the soft covers over my body, beginning to drift off to sleep."I hope I get the chance to get to know him better..." I thought with a soft smile, and then drifted off to sleep with Aaron on my mind.