Her soft, messy hair blew in all directions, hitting me smack across the face as I sat by her side. Even as my heavy footsteps against the roof shingles could be heard from the next house down the neighborhood, she didn't seem to acknowledge my existence.
All of her mother's words of disrespect faded slowly in my mind when her eyes drifted to mine, and all I could do was collect all the sparkles in her's. Thoughts lingered in the back of her mind but I couldn't tell what exactly they were.
She shifted her gaze back to the twinkling stars and bright moon. The glow of the moon lit her smiling face with such intensity, my brain wouldn't allow my eyes to ever fall off her.
The smell of peaches filled the chilly night air, but through it, the stench of her flower-scented perfume found their way through my nostrils as I inhaled it all in. Everything about her was lovely, everything.
A slight chill of air brought goosebumps to her skin and her adorable shiver had me snapping out of my gaze before I slipped off my blazer and wrapped the garment around her cold shoulders.
I should've wrapped her in my arms and held her tight. Darn it.
"T-Thank you." Her voice soothes me and she causes my heart to melt as she turns to face me fully.
My heart raced faster when she shifted all of her hair to one side, exposing more skin of her neck. I gulped and all I could think about was what to do next.
Our small talk had been pretty quiet. She was so shy and so was I. My mind blanked out and I turned pale at her next words:
"Are you gonna kiss me or not?"
It was an absolute yes, her beautiful smile was telling no jokes, but still I stayed frozen.
"I think you know I like you a lot."
I found my lips against her's as I rubbed my sweaty palms against my skinny jeans, praying she wouldn't notice my nervousness, but it was so obvious due to my unnoticed and shy self shaking.
The way she flinched when I turned my head to deepen the kiss had me doubting myself and I shifted back slightly before her hands gripped the collar of my tee, pulling me closer towards her.
Regardless of how awkward the moment was, our first kiss replayed in my mind over and over on repeat as we sat there on her mother's roof.
I wanted this thing with her to last, not just to be until we grow out of love, but forever.
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