It would take less than a day after Luke came by for me to confront Mary. I just had to know if that kiss was real. Know if she wanted to pursue me as I have begun to pursue her. I needed these answers to come to light. I can't play it cool anymore.
I drove out to meet her at her place. I'd never been before, but I was determined to see her. It was a large white house with red doors and shutters. Rose bushes lined the stretch of walk way leading to the main porch.
Before I even took the first of three steps up to the porch she came out. Her face was full of blush, and the cutest smile on her lips. "Hey Paul, I am so happy you asked to see me!" Her voice almost sceptical. "Well I couldn't just wait to see your beautiful face." Mary's smile widened by my response.
I cautiously hugged, not knowing if she would accept it. "So I just wanted to figure out what this is?" I spoke with hope that it was a welcomed question. "I was wondering the same." I hung on every word. "Well to be frank with you I was hoping you would tell me."
She grabbed my hand and guided me to her room. It was painted dark green and had a lot of different posters of bands she liked lining the walls. We sat on her bed and it was like I lost control of myself. I placed my hand against her cheek and kissed her. Our lips met and a feeling of electricity jolted me as she returned the kiss.
"I know I like you, that I feel happy because you're in my life, and I want to give us a chance." I whispered in her ear as if it were a secret. "I want that too. I want to be yours, and you to be mine." Mary said with hope and a vulnerable look in her eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want you to say it unless you mean it." She looked dazed for a moment, but then all at once she climbed into my lap with her legs locked around my body. She proceeded to kiss my cheek. I hugged her. Holding on to her with every ounce of care in my body.
I know it's been less than a month, but I just wasn't gonna hide. Why should I? I liked her, and that wasn't changing. I glided my hands to hers that were hanging on to my shirt. Our fingers intertwined now. It was like everything was new in my eyes. Like the world I knew was gone, and I was free from the darkness that once held me.
Her eyes locked with mine seemed to shimmer. Her lips trembling. "I'm so glad you're not a skank!" I laughed at my own comment. Her smile growing she responded. "And I'm glad your not a complete jerk!" Her cheeks turned bright pink as she tried to hide her face in my chest.
I was completely bewitched by everything about her. It would sound strange to some, but she made me feel like I belong again. Like i wasn't alone anymore. The pain that seemed to be attached to the ideal of love vanished with every moment I spent with her.
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Whispers Of The Past
RomancePaul, a young man who has never really felt any peace in his life gets a wake up call. He faces challenge after challenge just to stay afloat. He even starts to feel something he has never felt before, peace of mind. It all starts when his heartbrea...