36: I Give Up
Luke let the ropes stay on the rest of the afternoon. I gave up on getting an answer to my questions of faith. Around eight o' clock, he came over and untied me. I was only half awake while he did this, having just waken up from accidently dozing off. We stared at each other again.
"Why did you kiss me?" I blurted out. He couldn't get mad at me for asking that, it didn't have anything to do about faith. It had been on the tip of my tongue all day and I had to get it off my chest. He looked at me, sighed, and sat on the couch in the opposite corner of me after finishing untying me.
"I can turn that right around, why did you kiss me?" He retorted. I stared at him in silence, rebelling against him turning this to me. I had wrestled with that question day after day and had gotten nothing. He got the hint. "Sometimes things just happen." He told me. "We don't always have reasons." He seemed like he spoke from more experience than just kissing me. I babbled on for a while.
"... And kisses seem to be a symbol of love. I can't fall in love with you. You kidnapped me! There is no way –"
"Shut up." In the split second after Luke muttered the breathy command, his lips were on mine. We kissed for many breathtaking-literally- moments before he pulled away from me, heaved himself from the couch and walked away, shaking his head. I didn't know what to do and I don't think he did either. I don't think either of us really knew what had just happened, either.
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