I stayed in my seat when class finished. I couldn't move but I couldn't let her get away. She sat in the same spot she had been in. I was staring because I didn't want to miss a moment, but I couldn't form a word. That's what her eyes did to me. Her hair and the way she smelled. It froze me.
I'd made up my mind to talk to her even if it hurt, and I would go through with it.
She blinked a few times and finally moved. She didn't look at me again. She just picked up her books, and holding her hair over her shoulder, she raised from her seat.
I acted without thinking, only knowing I couldn't let her leave without saying what I had to. I reached for her hand and held it softy, gently, afraid I would break her yet hoping to tell her everything I wanted to say with that touch. Her perfect brown hair whipped at the sudden yet graceful movement she made, and the scent of lemons attacked my senses. Eyes wide, she looked scared, startled. I couldn't blame her. I could feel her hand trembling slightly.
Letting go of her, I tried to memorize how she felt—every ridge, every pore, every smooth surface of her—and I knew I wouldn't forget, just like everything about her. I just had to touch her again. Once hadn't been enough. She clenched her hand after and I tried not to think about it. Maybe she hated me.
"Thank you for the notes," I said and I could feel the strain in my voice.
She swallowed before she answered. "You're welcome, Lawrence." I closed my eyes as my name left her mouth. And when I opened them, she was gone.
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Two Years
RomanceLawrence and Jade met two years ago, four-hundred miles away. Their love was quiet, it was secret - even from each other. Now, two years and four-hundred miles later they have a chance encounter that brings them together again. They're both in coll...
