Dear Diary,
I had so much to say to him, but my mouth was dry. The words wouldn't come out.
We stared at each other for a good minute, before a slow smile crept onto my face. He looked at me curiously.
"You're standing on lava." Grinning, he shoved the harmonica in his back pocket, dramatically jumping to the welcome mat. We were inches away from each other.
"May I jump to safety?" He whispered. I nodded, and he quickly stepped inside. "Thank God. It's cold tonight." He brushed against me and I could feel how cool his arms were. Resisting the urge to wrap my own around him, I walked over to the kitchen. He silently followed me, watching me as I snagged an apple and took a huge bite.
"Gwen, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't know she was going to do that. I was caught off guard and-" I held my hand up, immediately silencing him.
"I've heard you say sorry a million times. I understand that you're sorry. I needed time to gather the courage to talk to you, and to..." my voice trailed off as my eyes started to water. In a flash, he was there, gently placing the apple onto the counter and pulling me close.
"And to what, Button?" I felt his hands gently wiping the tears away. A soft smile traveled to my lips.
"To tell you I have a note for you." I pulled the small note out of my pocket. The one I'd gotten years ago.
Without saying anything, he slowly opened the note. A grin was plastered on his face as he picked me up, crashing his lips onto mine. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as I kissed him back, the built up passion inside of me finally being released.
He tasted so good.
Love, Gwen
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Follow the Beat
RomanceGwen had an interesting childhood. Living next door to a musical prodigy gave her the chance to learn how to play instruments, and understand just what effect music has on somebody. But when that neighbor, Isaac, moved to California, she was complet...
