The Summer Before Senior Year

Seth

"What about?"

Why I sounded so cold and distant, I did not know. All I could think of was the fact that she was talking to me.

She's here. She's here. And she wants to talk. And I want to kiss -

Snap out of it! But the thing is she's my weakness. It's hard for me to stay mad at her and I'd avoided her or anything around her and I missed her. Too fucking much. She had put her hair up in one of those tight buns and my fingers itched to loosen it and let it all tumble down. I even almost reached out to undo the stupid bun before reminding myself that she wasn't my girlfriend or ... I had no idea what we were at the moment. Those beautiful eyes were in turmoil and the vibrancy that was usually in them was gone and I could tell that she'd been crying.

Because of me.

I itched once more to reach out and envelop her in a hug and shower her with kisses but then I remembered: she's not my girlfriend. How fucking nice.

"About us." she replied so quietly.

I opened my mouth to revoke what she'd just said because I knew she was going to say something about how we should just go back to being best friends and there was no fucking way I was going to do that but she was on my bed and on top of me in a split second, putting a finger to my lips.

"Shh. Listen to me till I'm done." those green eyes bore into me and I shut up. Not because she told me to but because the green of her eyes locked me in place. How could green look so beautiful? I mean fucking hate green but - it just made no fucking sense.

"I like you Seth." I heard her say but I was too focused on her eyes to pay any attention to her half-ass -

Wait what? She likes me?

I tuned my ears in to what she was saying.

" - and I mean romantic feelings if you doubt my words. And honestly, I don't think I ever stopped. You were wrong when you said I didn't ever get jealous because God knows I did. Even when I liked Brett, Logan or any of those guys, I wanted to be the girl that made you feel content.

"But you can't blame me for being a little paranoid." she cupped my face with those soft hands of hers. "I don't know if I'm ready to be your girlfriend yet but here are some things I do know: I'd hate if I saw any girl by your side getting too touchy, I'd love for you to take me out and not as your best friend and I'd punch you and any stupid bimbo I catch ever kissing you."

And then I laughed. Why? Because it was the most incredible thing I'd ever heard and then I saw her blush.

"Wow, most guys wouldn't be laughing when such words are uttered." she rolled her eyes and made a move to get off but I held her in place. My eyes moved to her lips which she was softly biting on.

"Then isn't it an amazing thing that I'm not most guys?" I asked bringing my lips dangerously close to hers.

"Fucking amazing." she whispered and pressed those soft lips against mine. I've never really been big on kissing but with Riley, my body was lit on fire and I didn't want to stop. With her, it just made perfect sense and it was damn beautiful. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization, a little bit of give and take from both of us. My hand found its way to her hair, undoing her bun and running my fingers through her hair.

I pulled a way and mumbled loud enough for her to hear, "I love your hair down."

I then moved to her neck, which I knew was her weakest point, and began to place open-mouthed kisses here and there which elicited a muffled moan from her and made her tug my hair a little harder - which I liked - but it only spurred me on.