Lewis
Hayley and Lewis walked hand in hand to the bridge that run over the river. It was getting dark and the full moon was bright, lighting up the entire sky. Lewis took her hand and led her down to the small river. Hayley stiffened, and he caught on immediately.
“What's wrong?” Lewis asked cautiously.
“I don't know, I've been having these recurring dreams...” Hayley started to tell him, “You know what? Never mind, I'm just being stupid.” |
Lewis thought about it for a second but then led her down to the bank. There was no sand, just white pebbles that were scattered along the river bank. It looked romantic at night with the faint light of the moon and the milky stars. Lewis sat down on the stones and pulled her in-between his legs and held her around the waist. She leaned back onto his chest; He wanted her to be in his arms forever. They were looking up at the stars, he tried counting them. Hayley giggled as his efforts failed. He knew a lot about astronomy and took her hand and pointed out Orion's Belt and The Three Kings. He told her to close her eyes and make a wish. Hayley laughed.
“What did you wish for?” Lewis asked as he took her hand, stood up and pulled her up, right onto his chest so they were just centimetres apart.
“I can't tell you,” Hayley teased, “It won't come true.”
“Ha ha okay.” Lewis said pretending to believe her. He pulled her waist forward and kissed her, long and loving, Lewis couldn’t help but smiling while they were kissing. Hayley was perfect. She was his. Suddenly there was a loud clash of thunder above them, neither of them flinched. She reached her arms up onto his shoulders and stood on her toes so she could kiss him. He held her firmly so she didn't lose her balance. The rain drops were frosty and heavy. He took off his long sleeved shirt carefully so they didn't have to stop kissing. The rain poured over them and they were soaking wet, Lewis took his shirt and held it over them to try stopping the rain from hitting their faces. Hayley ran her hands over his muscles, his arms, back and his chest. Goose bumps ran their way along his skin from his head to his toes. Even in the icy weather he was still warm. He pulled her right up against him and put his shirt on her. Her hair fell in her face and he gently moved it out of his way. He took her hand, and placed the other one on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” She asked curiously.
“I'm slow dancing with my girlfriend in the rain. May I have this dance?” He stepped closer. She blushed frantically. They danced around and around, making him slightly dizzy. She collapsed and with a thud she landed on the floor. She lay back and laughed. Lewis dropped to his knees and lifted her slightly, brushing back her hair.
“Are you alright?” He asked in a slight panic.
“I'm perfect, you, you are perfect!” She touched his face. His cheek stung from where his mum had hit him. He picked her up in cradled position and carried her back to the bridge. He placed her down gently.
“Can you feel your feet?” Lewis asked politely.
“Pins and needles.” She laughed under her breath.
“Can I carry you home?” The rain dripped down the contours of his face.
“How about you hold my hand so if I fall you can catch me?” She teased.
“I'll always be there to catch you.” Lewis reached out and took her hand, “Come on, let's go.”
