It happened on a rather miserable night, it was cold, wet, and windy outside. A typical British night, if I’m honest about it. My housemates had all gone out, so I was home alone, not that I minded, was able to play games and listen to music all night and not wake anyone up.
At that moment though, I was asleep. I say was, because a knock on the door woke me up, which put me in a wonderful mood. Honestly, I suspected that it was one of my housemates forgetting their keys again, the joys. Still, if that was the case, all I would have to do is open the door, then go back to my sleep and dreams. Putting on my dressing gown, I head down stairs to the knocking on the door.
I open the door, and my mouth ready to lay into my housemate for getting my up at this time for forgetting their keys, and stop mid-word. Standing there at the door, is not one of my housemates, but my long-time friend Ellie, standing outside in the rain drenched and clearly cold, yet still smiling her killer smile and looking gorgeous as always.
I must have been looking a bit stupid, to put it lightly, as she laughs softly and asks “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
“Oh, of course! Come in, let go get you a towel”
What an idiot, leaving my friend outside in the rain. I keep cursing myself, under my breath, as I head up the stairs to fetch a towel. The one thing I couldn’t get to leave my mind was why was she here? I knew we were friends but, I lived six hours away by train, there must be a reason.
Going downstairs, I see her sat in the living room, looking radiant as always. It’s one puzzle I’d like to never solve, how she manages that all the time. Switching out of my pondering mind, I hand her the towel.
“Here you go, lucky you, it’s just off the radiator, nice and warm”
“Thanks” She says, smiling. The smile that can melt hearts made of solid ice, I’m sure of it. “Have you got any tea?”
“Sure, I’ll just go and make some” I head off to the kitchen, probably a little quicker than normal. I have the terrible feeling I’m blushing and acting like an idiot around her, maybe the space will let me calm down again.
“Mark?” I hear behind me, and turn around. Now, have you ever wondered what happens when you get shocked half to death twice? I guess it’s different for each person, but I turn around and there she is, inches from my face. Don’t get me wrong, of faces to see, hers is one I could look at over and over, but to turn round and see someone that close to you, it’s an incredibly jarring experience. No sooner had the shock of that processed in my mind, than the second surprise hit me like a football to the face.
She kissed me.
I don’t mean the kind of kiss on the cheek you’d give to a friend maybe. I mean she kissed me, like she really wanted to, and had wanted to for a while. I could smell the scent of the jasmine shampoo she used to wash her hair, feel how warm her body was against mine, her soft her lips a joy to kiss. I could see how the rain had both managed to make her dirty blonde hair a mess, and also make her so much more alluring. I could see her eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
My plans for keeping calm, cool, and collected went out the window, so to say.
So, what did I do? What else, I put one arm around her waist, the over round her shoulders and held her close to me, and kissed back.
