How I See You

Chapter 47 - Alyssa.

I feel so breathless and high and everything is so surreal as I stare at Will. I just kissed a boy - for the first time in my memory, and I loved it. Will seems to have loved it too because he looks so madly happy and excited and sort of smug.

I sort of want to kiss him again, buti don't want to go crazy. I can't believe I've just thrown myself into all of this, but something about Will comforts me. Maybe it was him. It was him that was missing. I want to take things slow and I told him that, and I can see he sort of understands. But how slow can you go if we only have two days left?

All of a sudden I don't want him to leave.

"We had better start, now," Will tells me softly, and pulls back. "I will take you to all the places we went, see if it jogs your memory." He's like an excited little boy, his eyes dazzling. I can't help but laugh softly.

Half an hour later we are back on our road, hand in hand. He takes me to his garden, and the air is silent and mellow, with the birds singing high in the air and the temperature just about right. It's warmer here than at the lake. I'm wondering why he's taking me to the garden, when he reaches the fence and pulls back one of the planks.

"What's this?" I murmur, and peek curiously through the gap.

All he says is, "You'll see," and slides through it after letting go of my hand. He then beckons me through the gap to follow him, and I slide through, stumbling slightly and falling onto the stone path. Shaking his head and chuckling, Will pulls me gently to my feet and I blush darkly.

I realise we are standing in a stone passageway, with high stone walls. It leads around a corner. To what? I haven't a clue.

"Follow me, and I'll show you where this leads." Will gently takes my hand. His eyes are dark and meaningful as he guides me through the pathway, often looking back at me. It feels like The Secret Garden or something, and I wonder if we are in a maze. I keep my eyes on the back of his neck, goosebumps prickling up all over my skin.

Finally we turn the corner and reach a low-ish stone wall. Will has to help me over it, and on the other side are some narrow, steep steps leading upwards.

Will lets me go first. When I reach the top I am staring at a little enclosure, with a grassy floor and a little pond with lily pads and goldfish. There are red and purple flowers everywhere and trees for shelter at the side.

"How did I find this?" I breathe out, stepping forward so that he can come up.

He takes my hand with a crooked smile, and gently tugs me over to the other side of the clearing. He shows my a wall and then I peek round the side . . .

To see my garden.

"That is pretty amazing." I laugh quietly and check the back door is closed before looking up at him. He's staring at me me with dark eyes, although his expression seems to glow.

He takes my other hand slowly, his thumb running over the length of my fingers and then lifting it up to his lips to press a gentle kiss against. I barely know him, not anymore. But I want to, all of a sudden, I really want to. I've never felt anything so desperate in my life.

I feel my cheeks burn, and as he just stares down at me, I ask, "Did we come here a lot?"

He shrugs. "In the beginning, yes. But then we hung out more at the lake."

I nod, and then look over my shoulder at the pond. Slowly detaching my hands from his, I walk over to it and sit down at the edge, before dipping my hand into the cool water. The fish dart away, hiding behind rocks and swimming madly in other areas.

"I wonder who made this area," I say softly, and look around.

Will smiles as if he knows something I don't, and sits beside me. "I don't know. Maybe the people who built these houses all those years ago thought that whoever would live in the houses we live in would need a quick getaway to see eachother." His smile becomes a grin, and he winks charmingly at me.

Laughing, I roll my eyes. "Mm," I shrug. "Or maybe they themselves were in love and decided to build it secretly. Whatever it is, it's very interesting."

I realise I still have my hand in the water, and smile sheepishly as I take it out. I dry it on my skirt and lie back on the soft grass. It's a mixture of grass and moss, so it's a nice texture. I stretch my arms back above my head and point my toes, then exhale slowly and softly.

My heart starts to thump, loud enough for me to hear it in my ears, as I feel Will trailing his hands down from mine, to my bare arms, then my back. They rest on my lower back, warm and secure, and I let my eyes flutter open to stare right into his chocolate brown ones.

"We only have tomorrow, and the day after," I whisper to Will, hearing the fear in my own voice. I lift one of my hands from above my head to nervously have a go at tracing patterns on his chest.

"It's okay. We're gonna be okay." His eyes have a meaningful expression as he strokes my waist.

I bite my lip, and trail my hand up to his shoulder, then bring my other one from the ground to rest on his other shoulder. "How slow can we go? I want it to be real, Will."

"We only have half the amount of work to do of what we did last time," he murmurs gently. "I'm already in love with you. Let me lead the way and I promise everything will turn out okay."

My eyes close of their own accord as I pull on the front of his t-shirt, bringing his face closer to mine. I feel his tongue tease my lips for a few seconds, before he begins to kiss me gently. I slide my hand up the back of his neck, to the back of his hair and stroke it slowly, fully aware of his body pressing against mine, warm and protecting. I want him to deepen the kiss, however I'm not sure if I would be able to keep up. I continue to pull on his shirt, his chest now against mine as our kisses become rougher. I don't care anymore, I don't care about taking it slow - I just want Will and his caring, spontaneous attitude and chocolate brown eyes and nature-y scent. And it isn't just pure lust that I feel - there is something about Will Palmer that has made me give up myself to him. And it would only ever be him.

When we break apart, I keep my eyes closed as he whispers softly into my ear, "Alyssa Malburgh, I'll love you forever. And today, tomorrow and the day after, I'm going to devote every second of the day to making you love me back."

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The next morning I wake up early, and for the first time in my memory I don't want to go back to sleep. I dreamt about Will Palmer last night, but reality is better than dreams.

Suddenly I feel the need to draw something. I pull back the covers of my bed, and grab my sketchbook. Turning the pages, I see a drawing of a bird, then flowers. Then there is one of Phillip eating an ice cream, then . . . Will.

I stare at how well I actually drew him, and I know this is proof that I probably was in love with him before. Initially, I thought it was crazy when they told me. But now I see why I did love him.

However, why would he even be attracted to me? Boring, nerdy, small, quiet, unpopular me.

We are totally different people, however he picked me. He says he loves me.

Is my love the only thing he wants from me?

I decide I need fresh air to think so I open the door to the balcony and move outside. Sitting on the deck chair with the morning cool air on my face is relaxing. I clutch the sketchbook against my chest, and inhale deeply, then exhale. Inhale, exhale.

"Whatcha doing?" I hear a familiar voice ask, and almost jump out of my skin. When I open my eyes, clutching my beating heart, I see Will stood on a branch of the apple tree beside the balcony, holding onto the railings.

I stare at him, and whisper, "Will Palmer! You gave me a heart attack!"

He just chuckles and jumps over the railing, coming to sit in the chair beside me. I shield the sketchbook with my arms, but he still asks to my horror, "What's that you got?"

I clear my throat and look away from him. "It's nothing, why?"

"Nah, come on, show me."

"You really don't want to see it."

He chuckles. "I really do."

I open my mouth to retort but soon he's started to tickle my sides, making me squirm and laugh. My hands fly to his wrists to stop him but the sketchbook slides onto the floor, and he jumps up, bending down to pick it up.

I bury my face in my hands, groaning and refusing to look at him. I hear him turning the pages.

"Hey, this is good." Another page turn. "Alyssa, this is brilliant. How do you do this?"

"Close it," I order through gritted teeth, still not lifting my head. I feel like I am being a little harsh, however I really do not want him seeing them. But it's already happened.

As my cheeks burn, I feel his hand on my back, his voice gentle as he murmurs, "Are you embarrassed?"

"Of course I am!" I burst out, not knowing where that loud voice came from. I have to remind myself that my family is still asleep. So I whisper the next part- "Face it, Will, the drawing is rubbish and that one of you just makes me wonder how obsessive I must have been!"

"You weren't obsessive," he tells me lightly as he sets the book down on the table and reaches out to touch my hand. "And Zara told me you got an A* in Art so don't you dare say it's rubbish. Plus, I think it is kinda cute that you'd draw me." He has a somewhat cocky grin on his face.

However, I feel my cheeks blush. I like the feeling of his hand against mine, and I grab it, turning towards him. "Thanks," I tell him lightly. I watch as he stands up and then bends down to wrap his arms around me. Suddenly I don't feel as cold as before. Smiling, I rest my chin on his shoulder and embrace him, before he murmurs in my ear, "Do you want to sneak out with me?"

I don't even ask where to, because I simply don't care. Smiling, I close my eyes and whisper, "Yes."

He lets go of me and waits outside while I change inside my room. I brush my hair hurriedly, and pull on a black skirt,, navy Converse and a white shirt, with my coat. Then I grab my phone and purse before stepping out, closing the door behind me.

-

"Favourite season?" I question, staring down at the leafy floor beneath me. I smile up at Will as our hands swing.

"It's a hard one . . . But probably summer. Everyone says that, I know, but the weather is the least cold over here then."

"It can still rain," I insist, smiling. "I think it doesn't rain as much in Autumn over here. And Autumn is really pretty - there are all those warm colours and leaves that you can crunch, and then Halloween and Bonfire Night, and- okay, I am going a little over the top." I smile sheepishly.

Will looks at me amusedly. "Huh, I guess you're right about all that. Anyway, next question."

"Do you play an instrument?"

Will nods his head. "Guitar. My cousin sort of taught me how to play the drums but, I just prefer the guitar."

I blink, and smile. "Wow. I play the guitar, and piano."

"You just have to top me, right?" he laughs and I feel my cheeks go red.

"No!" I burst out, smiling stupidly. "No I don't!"

To my horror, he pats my head teasingly and smiles. "It's okay, Alyssa. I'm just messing-"

"I am not a child!" I exclaim, half laughing and half outraged.

He just grins at me, as I glare at him, then we both laugh and he wraps his arms around me. "I'm sorry beautiful. I won't make fun of you again."

"You're mocking me," I sulk, although showing a half smile.

"You seem to like it."

"No. Now, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Let's get there, then!"

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Thank you so much for reading! And... Not got much else to say this time! I know that wasn't exactly steamy like I said it would be but don't worry there is hotness on the way ;)

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