(NATHANS POV)
I walk into the study, and see her, eyeing the pictures of my brother. Shes quite polite, to be paying respects to a dead relative.
I try to get this on camera.
She can probably hear me, she's probably just ignoring it.
I bet she knows about him. Everyone does. I knew him very well, after all, he was my brother.
Jaz is beautiful. She's sweet and kind, with a sweet personality, Shes dazzling. Or should I say, Jazzling.
Bad pun.
I almost kissed her earlier. Am I really in love with her? I don't know what happened, but something did.
This is hard for me, I don't know whether I love her or not.
'Nathan I know you're there, and stop filming me, asshole!' she exclaims, turning around and closing the camera.
her face lightens up. It's adorable when she does that.
'Lets start on the report!' she exclaims.
I nod and open up the camera.
'So, miss J. Hows the life of an Actor?' I say.
She speaks in a posh voice and I laugh. 'Well, I do say it's quite a hardworking job.'
'And, do people ever think this is attractive?'
She laughs and looks down. her hair falls over her eye.
'Well, no, not really. My family thinks its pointless and others think I'm too quiet to be an actor.' She says, closing her eyes.
There's a long pause, and then I interrupt it. 'I don't think that. You're quite witty and your voice can be projected very well, I've known that since year seven.'
She looks up and her jaw slightly drops.
Then, at that moment, I closed the camera.
'you're cute, ya know that Jaz? You can't take compliments, but you give them all the time.' I say, laughing.
She blushes profusely, just like I thought she would.
'n-not really' she says, her hair covering her face again.
She sits down next to me.
There's a blissful thing about silence. It's a time to actually think and a time to really enjoy the past moments.
I lean over to her, as we turn to each other and she turns red, just like she did before. I want to kiss her.
And I do.
It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasnt short. It was perfectly timed.
She closes her eyes. I do too.
She's a good kisser, her. It makes me wonder if this is her first kiss. Or if I'm her first love.
We slowly push away, and if I could give her words at that moment,
our first kiss, tasted like butter.
Sweet.
Melting.
After that, we talked for a bit, and she fell asleep.
like
on my lap.
Not that it's a problem or anything, just how comfortable she might be sleeping there.
her lips are slightly parted and they're shiny, just like her hair.
Her hair. Only one word can define how her oak-brown hair felt. Silky. Like as if her hair was made up of thousands of snowflakes.
It was after that kiss and in that moment exactly, that I knew for sure that I was passionately, irrevocably and insanely in love with her.
