Kyle

Keep Me

Jane was a sad, lonely picture. Her slumped shoulders, and forcedly open hands accentuated the grief and waiting tears that was palpable in the air between them. Kyle’s head tilted before he lifted a hand to pull up her chin.

Jane’s eyes were wide, her eyes brimming with stubbornly ignored tears. Kyle’s other hand came to rest on her soft, high check, and her eyes grew impossibly wider. Her gave bounced across his face, from his forehead, to his checks, his nose, lingering on his eyes, and stalling at his lips. She slowly registered he was inching closer, but she could only focus on the look in his eyes and the close proximity of his mouth.

Kyle was similarly enraptured. He couldn’t look away from her face, her lips, her eyes. She was magnificent. Blooming, he decide. He liked that it was for, and because, of him. He liked it more than he wanted to admit.

Soft lips were the first thing either registered past the shock of the situation. Their kiss was sweet and chase. And one they would never forget.