Short Stories

Part 9

She was leaning up against the door frame, staring straight at me. She didn't smile or frown, she just stared. It was like she knew exactly what I was thinking, but didn't say anything about it. We stood in silence, listening to the wind rustle through the tress.

She sighed along with the wind, and I could help it any longer. I stepped closer to her, and she looked up at me. I reached for her waist and pulled her close. Her eyes were calm, but her lips teased me with a small smirk. I leaned down and claimed her smile.