The Gift

Chapter 7

VII. We walk alley after alley until we reached a common house.

"Well, where is the place you're talking about?" She asked.

"Here" I said.

I head to the doorbell and say my name. The gate automatically opens.

"Who's place is this?" she asked me.

"My mom's. Never shut it before and I know, this place might be somewhere here before we get to your house." I said.

"Is there someone in here?" she asked me.

"Well, no one, actually. This is a church." I open up the doors for her.

As I open the door, she saw a simple house with a lot of designs all around. Paintings everywhere and a huge altar at the center. There is a replica of the paintings of Michaelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and other famous painters. My Dad received these before, when I was little, every Christmas.

"Well, this is breathtaking, isn't it?" she said.

"Well, it's been really like this breathtaking since but, the memories in here keeps buried in my heart, forever. That's why I don't want to close it." I tell her.

"Well, who operates this church?" she asked me.

"Well, honestly, before, my dad operates the church. He's the head pastor if you'll ask." I answered her questions with some aches in my heart.

"Speaking of your dad, you'll never mention his name before." She said.

"Well, you might not like it if I'll tell you." I said.

***

"Well, I should call it a night." I said as I open their front door.

In their porch, there is Dianne, her sister; and Luke, her father; and both of us. I waved at them as I say goodbye and look at Jean. She head towards me and I offer her a hug but she kissed me directly. I spend that time buried at the moment as our lips met each other. The sweetness of her lips, I taste. The lips with fire of desire. The lips of the girl I just met recently. The lips of Jean Collins. And I hesitate after five seconds in a lifetime, holding her back.

"Well, I should really go home; it's 9:30 now." I whisper at her.

I look at her back and I saw both of her father and her sister looking, smiling.

"Well, I should go home, Luke and Dianne. And thanks for the dinner, Luke. I really love it." I said to both of them.

"Anytime you want, Jason. Anytime." Luke said.

And for the last time,  I wave back at them. This time, for real. I walked away from the porch without looking back. And I hope, this will be the beginning of everything."