MnC15

Sweetness, oh, how I miss thee

-Are you bato!-

I was forced to attend an event with her, it was a school activity.

The light of peace.

We were supposed to light torches lined up on a field to break one of the Guinness world records.

We got our spot out in the cold, it was dusk, the wind spoke fragile whispers of comfort, we had no choice but to huddle closely together.

Skin to skin, the driving evening lulled us into a satisfying embrace, rain trickled the field and moisten the mud under our plastic blanket.

I couldn't just sit here and watch her shiver.

I went close, I wrapped my hands around her and let her rest on my shoulder.

I caressed her head and streaked my hand down her hair, the soft echoing voices throughout the vast veil of night eased our anxiety.

The announcer said it was time.

A surge of warm light illuminated the chirping darkness, we lit ours and began skimming our surroundings.

I will not forget that magical moment, the moment where her dazzling eyes met mine on the fields of yellow fireflies, where the flames of memories embedded into my brain ceased to be erased.

I brought her close to me, the noise quieted down as I moved closer to her lips, she closed her eyes, and I followed.

Then high-pitched squeals ruined the moment, bringing us back to reality. We forgot we had friends and classmates.

As the event slowly came to a close, she rested on my shoulder once more, under the showering rain, hiding in our little umbrella. All eyes were on us that day, but I wasn't afraid, I held her tight and smelled her hair.

I brought her home, and we parted ways. The difference now was that I was eager to see her again.

So I merrily skipped in the rain and danced my way home.

-Moments of Truth-

"I love you," I said, "As a friend."

I'd say she looked disappointed but the moment I left our publications office the high pitched squeals spoke for themselves.

After the event, days for us began to move slower, roads became wider, and moments became sweeter.

Our conversations were filled with nothing more than cute giggles and a few pokes on our soft spots.

Every evening, when we see the very first star in the sky, we would close our eyes and make a wish.

I always wished for the same thing every time.

And then, we would end up, dancing our way home.

That very night, our words shifted.

The merry talks of sarcasm and jokes turned into polite attacks aimed at our hearts.

I never yielded, she was too predictable, I quoted sentences that made her blush, regardless of her efforts to mask what she felt, I knew I hit her right spots. In short, I was already a master of romance, and she was my first victim.

She avoided my gaze, only staring a fraction of a second before turning away. She was caught in my web and entangled with desire.

Just as planned.

Of course, I was teasing her, because that's how I treat my friends or those who dare come close to me.

It was amusing to see her face turn tomato. The change was visible because of her fair skin. She couldn't hide from me.

But I pushed my spell too far.

A coming evening, we rested in my house, reflecting on today.

Before I could say my goodbye and accompany her home, a moist succulent peck met my lips, I sat back down in awe.

You little...

Her childish smile made it difficult for me to react, so I went with it.

It was an awkward time escorting her home, after seeing her safely back, the invading thought came back to me like a broken record.

I have to tell her.

Part of me was saying, "Tell her you're not interested." But the primal being of me said. "DO HER."

-So, this is it-

I found myself buried beneath her warm embraces, pinned down by the locks of unbreakable desire and submerged in the sea of sweet infatuation.

It was not a struggle, my body was resonating with hers, we were drugged by oxytocin, drenched in the sweat of endorphins.

All down hill from there, telling her I wasn't interested didn't work. Eventually...

One fateful day...

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm... Let me think... Yes."

And that, my friend, was the beginning of a very weird yet fascinating story.

Still with me? Okay then, I won't disappoint, let me dive you deeper into their story, the sweet part is over, now we move on to the juicier one.