Tiberious' P.O.V
Nobody knew awkward silence like I did. It was a regular occurrence for me, except when spending time with her. I could never seem to get enough; her laugh, her smile, her entirety. I knew I was in love the minute I laid eyes her; but the second she opened her mouth, I knew I was in deep.
"Book boy," she calls; although we now knew each others names, she continued to label me 'Book Boy'.
Peeking my head around the corner, "Hello Miss Ebony, how are you today," faking a terrible British accent.
"I'm quite well," she mocks back, curtsying.
Her playful manner was another thing that was undeniably cute. The adorably mischievous, crooked smile she'd wave had me head over heels.
"What book will it be?"
"I'm thinking something... Erotic," she smirks.
She could make me blush harder than my mother could, and she was hard to beat.
Turning away my flushed cheeks, "Ok, um, row six shelf four."
"Thanks Book Boy," swiftly kissing my cheek before making her way toward the shelf; my flush only getting deeper.
When she circles back around to the check out desk she smiles; one of those heart warming, toothy grins that made my knees wobble.
"What are your plans for this afternoon?" I ask, clearly nervous.
She audibly gasps, mock, "Are you asking me out."
"n-no," my stutter more obvious.
"I'm flattered," she fans herself, dramatics on overload, "It's a date," her words were followed by a playful smirk.
"Uh, um, ok," a smile tugs harshly at the corners of my mouth.
"Meet me under the oak in the park."
As she leaves I can't help but notice the sway in her hips, the unintentional side-to-side motion.
...
Even from a distance anyone could spot the dark haired, brown eyed beauty. Sitting with her knees in her chest under the shade of the old oak on the edge of the park.
Her eyes peak up from behind the book cover, "You're late, I thought you'd never show."
"I'd never do that Ebby," I say, meanwhile attempting to mangle lanky limps into sitting comfortably on the grass.
"I know, Tibby," she stares wistfully into the distance, "But I can have false doubts, cant I?"
I look at her, trying to read her- failing, "We all do, don't worry."
A comfortable silence takes over the shaded spot; her nose in a book and my eyes- unwavering- on her.
"Tibby," her eyes, a burning gaze, "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
The question caused a flush to arise, "uh, no."
"Neither have I," she muses.
Silence once again, at least I thought it would be, until the moist sound of lips smacking together dimmed the quiet. Her lips were on mine, softly coaxing movement, a small fraction of surprise ends and I move mine with hers, and they moved together perfectly; sparks close to igniting a fire.
She pulls away, my face as red as a Weasley's hair. I open my mouth to speak, when I'm unable to conjure words I close it again.
"That... was nice," she tilts her head down, hair shielding her face like a curtain.
"Ebbs," I make eye contact with big, amber orbs, "That was a hell of a lot better than Nice."
YOU ARE READING
Like a Shadow
RomanceTiberius James was just a regular bookworm until he met a girl, so passionate about life, that he completely overlooked the fact that she would party with the dead.
