I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach. ~Michal faucdet
1 month
It's been one month since I've been living with cole. He's an outstanding person and I wouldn't trade him for the world, as a roommate of course. He's almost like art. No, he is art.
"Mads?" Cole shouts from the living room to signify he's home.
"Cole?" I yell back mocking his voice. I'm just laying on the couch but it wasn't a suprise that he couldn't see me.
He sits on the couch lifting my feet up only to put them back down on his lap. He stares at me for a few minutes before saying something
"Hi." He says as he snaps out of his trance. His greenish-blue eyes stare into mine. His eyes tell a story and I like that.
"Hi." I say putting a book mark in my spot and close my book.
"What'd you do today?" I ask breaking the silence that was between us. Even though that was the most stupidest question I could ask him it just came out of my mouth.
"I hung out with my brother today..." he trails off for a second. ".....and then I saw Lydia." He says looking down playing with the hem of his shirt.
"Oh really?" I ask not thinking much about it. What harm can little Lydia do?
"Why didn't you just tell me Madeline?" He asks pushing my legs off of his lap. I stare at him in complete confusion.
"What are you talking about." I say seriously but try to ease the tension with a soft laugh. He stands up making me stand up but almost instantly regretting it because he's way taller than me.
"She told me about you. She told me that you're just like her. She said you promised to tell me but I never recall you saying that you're what she is." He confesses taking a step closer to me.
I stand there in shock. Not knowing how to respond or how to even look at him. I finally put words together and say," first of all, please don't get mad at me. okay? Second of all, how does one just bring up causally in a conversation about the supernatural and being the wailing woman. Thrid of all, please don't use the word, I don't like it." I feel like I just had weights lifted off my chest.
"Madeline, I'm not mad at you. You've just got to tell me these things so then I can help you." He says leaning in closer.
" I know...." I say looking down, "I just I'm scared of what I am and who I am that's why I moved out of Beacon Hills and moved to New York. I knew I'd feel better as a person if I left and the only reason I came back was because of my job and hones-" that's when I was cut off.
That's when it happened. He kissed me. Not only to shut me up but I also felt like he's been waiting to do that. It was passionate, loving, rough but soft, it was everything. His lips felt like a heaven I've never experienced before, he didn't care about the world around us.
At last he broke the kiss and just rested his forehead on mine. His breathing was unstable and his eyes were darker than his normal bluish green hazel.
"I'm so sorry." He says as he let's go of my face and looked away. "I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry."
I grab his arm this time pulling him into a kiss. I put all that I've got into the kiss. He instantly kisses back lifting me up a little so he can deepen the kiss since he's a giraffe and I'm a mouse.
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His arms snake around my waist as my hands become tangled into his hair.
We stay like this for at least two minutes. We weren't to a making out point yet but we could've gotten there if we kept going.
"Sorry for what?" I say in a innocent voice acting like nothing just happened. My arms were still wrapped around his neck and his hands now rested on my hips.
"If this is how our arguments are going to end, we should argue more often." He says chuckling.
The night falls make my self tea before I go to bed. As I stood there waiting for the water to heat up I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and rest their head on mine. I quickly turn around to see a cole looking down at me.
"Ya know, when you wear makeup I can't see your cute little freckles and your rosey pink cheeks." He says as he kisses my forehead.
I honestly have no idea what cole and I are. Are we just roommates? Are we dating? Are we 'friends with benefits'?
I stare down at my feet and say, "Cole, what are we? You know because we kissed and we're doing this weird thing?" I just waited for my response as played with the hem of my shirt.
"Uh... I don't really know what would you like us to be." He says tightening his grip on me as if I were to squirm out of his grip.
"Why do you think I asked you! I'm a girl I don't know how to respond to this stuff!" I say playful looking up at him.
"I wanna be something with you Madeline I just don't know how to react to this situation, you know? It's just the kiss was something out of both of our anger and it could've meant nothing to you." He says truthfully. I feel like this might be a good start for us.
"It meant something to me but I want to know if you felt something. And If you did we could take things slow and just be in the moment with each other." I say as I turn around and grab my tea.
"It meant something to me. But you are right, as per usual, so let's just take things as slow as possible so we don't hurt each other." He says as he takes a pause and then says, "It'd kill me to see the banshee get mad and scream, it'd literally kill me." He let's out a chuckle.
