Lovesick Lunatic

"Chapter" 6

"Sure," I said, bewildered. Linc helped me up and put his right hand on my waist and brought his left up to meet mine.

When mine didn't come up, he said, "Do you want to dance? If you don't, we don't have to." He began to lay back down, but I stopped him.

"I've never danced before," I said, "If you could just show me how..."

"He chuckled. "You're lucky I snatched you away from the dance, huh?" I looked down. "Okay, it's easy. Bring your right hand up to mine, there we go. Now bring your left hand down to hold your skirt, good. Now, follow me. I do the rest." We danced for a while and then he suddenly, yet gently, pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and easy breathing. We sway in the clearing to music only we could hear. Then, ever so gently, he lifted my head up to meet his in a kiss. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his strong upper body, just as his other arm came up to join the other around my waist. I breathed in, he smelled of freshly cut cedarwood and so much more. Now that his left arm had completed its' migration to my waist, his right leapt to my face and settled at the back of my neck. His hand brushed my face and I noticed it was slightly calloused from long days of work. The feeling of his lips against mine was by far the strongest feeling, strong and gentle trying desperately not to scare me. He did anything but. This feeling stunned me, the desire to hold on forever was overwhelming. I felt like I needed him to be constantly by my side, always ready to catch me when I fell.

"You know?" I said, "I bet this is the kiss of the century." He didn't respond but clutched me tighter to him as if I would fall through his fingers like sand. No way would I have ever left.