“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.” I read to the boy with the blue eyes. He smiles and we passionately kiss. I love how things you can find on the internet can make 2 people remember the reason they fell in love.
Feeling his touch makes me feel high and his scent gets me drunk. "No one will love you the way I do." I immediately regret whispering that into his ear. All I can think about is how insecure I start to feel. Hoping that he didn't hear me. He makes me so vulnerable.
He says nothing which is a relief and soon we are sitting across from each other on either ends of the bed. Every time he kisses me I go back to the time he first kissed me. I had no idea what he was doing until his lips touched mine. It had been almost a year since I had felt butterflies in my belly. Except these were not the type of butterflies I had ever felt before. It was as if my knees were weak and my stomach didn't feel butterflies but it felt fireworks and electricity.
"I love you" I tell him. He smiles not a full smile but replies with "I love you too." Only, I am in love with him. Looking into his eyes makes me want to cuddle up naked to him and wait for the perfect moment to make love. All these thoughts and emotions racing in my mind and I keep forgetting that instead of wishing and wanting, the boy who I love is right in front of me.
YOU ARE READING
The boy with the blue eyes
Short StoryI am the girl who you don't notice in the hallway. I am the girl who doesn't turn heads or make a big scene about. I met a boy who I fell in love with and am working everyday to show him my love. I don't feel obligated to prove anything to him becau...
