Joshaya V.S Lucaya

Chapter 21

Maya's POV

The beach is so much better at night. It's calm and quiet and the moon is reflecting off the water just enough that I can see Josh, but not so much that the light outshines the million starts in the sky. This is the perfect moment. This is the moment sappy, hopeful, teenage girls wish for, and I, Maya Hart, am living it.

I look back at Josh after observing the breathtaking view and he's looking at me. He has a small smile pulling at his lips. His eyes are sparkling in the moonlight. He's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I lean in to peck him on the cheek, and when my lips connect with his soft, smoothe skin, he smiles completely.

"I love you" he whispers,  just enough that I can hear it over the waves rushing to shore.

I pull back. I'm shocked. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. All I know is I dont want to ruin this moment, because I do love this man. I love him in ways I never knew existed.

"Josh..." I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"You don't have to say it back. You might not be ready, but I was. I was ready to say it, so I said it. I love you, Maya." He tells me and I can feel that he means every word. He doesnt expect me to say it back, and that's okay. He meant to say it, it wasn't a slip. He loves me. Joshua Matthews loves me.

I'm speachless. There are no words in the world that could even begin to describe how I feel right now, so instead, I quickly move closer not wanting any distance between us, I throw myself into his arms. Josh isn't prepared for my reaction at all and we both go tumbling down into the sand.

We both laugh but I stop abruptly, just to watch him. The way his face is illuminated in the moonlight, and the way it falls slightly when he realizes I stopped laughing. I watch him as he reaches a careful hand out and up to caress my face. As soon as his skin is on mine, I feel the electricity of his touch flow through my body. My mind is overrun, I don't think, I just act.

I lean down and kiss him. After only a moment I part my lips and feel his tongue find mine. He moans into the kiss, and I deepen it. I kiss him hungerly, like without him I won't survive. His hand moves from my cheek into my hair, tugging at it, trying to pull me closer. My hands grip desperately at his sweater, slightly disappointed that it's not his flesh beneath my fingers.

I grind down on him ever so slightly, another moan escapes his throat. Knowing I've gained his approval, I continue. Before I know it, his free hand is under my sweater, his fingers moving gently across my heated skin. This time the moan I hear comes from myself. His hand continues to travel up. The anticipation for what comes next pulls at my senses and something inside me kicks into overdrive. I want him. I want this, and more.

I break the kiss, but begin trailing kisses down his jawline, finally reaching his neck. He smells amazing and he tastes even better. His hand stops just below my breast as I find a sweet spot on his neck and he moans my name. In that moment, I want to give myself to him completely.

"Josh, I... I want you." I whisper into his ear and then move so I can see his face. He opens his eyes to look at me, removes his hand from my hair and places it back on my cheek before trailing down to my neck. I don't know what to expect next.