Heart

Admiring

           

I woke up the next morning to him staring at me. I gasped and jumped up. "Why the hell are you staring at me like that?"

          "You just look so beautiful and peaceful when you're sleeping" he said. I looked at him in the craziest way possible and walked to my closet.

          I was truly screaming on the inside.

          I opened my closet and went on to getting one of my everyday outfits when Eric said "NO!" I jumped and asked, "No what?"

          "No, not one of those everyday outfits" he insisted.

"Why not? It's simple and I'm simple, we go great together." I insisted.

          "Listen I know you're simple but, you're also amazingly beautiful so please wear something that suits you." He begged.

          I was surprised that he actually cared that much for someone who he's barely known for three days.

          He then came to my closet and picked up a dress with spaghetti straps and flowers.

          "This.... This dress is perfect it suits you, the flowers will make that beautiful mocha skin pop" he said.

           I was so surprised to hear that come out of his mouth.

"hmm I don't know flowers aren't really my thing."

          "Then why do you have the dress?" he asked

          "my mom bought it for me before she died"

          "Perfect reason of why you should wear it" he said.

He was so set on me wearing this dress and I don't even know why.

          "I don't know... its winter and it's kind of chilly also..." I murmured.

          "please, please, please wear it" he said this as he stepped closer and closer to me.

          I backed up every time he came closer, but once I got to the wall there was no more backing up.  

          There he was, well, there we were...  face to chest because he was so much taller.

          He gazed down and made eye contact with me.

"will you wear it?" he asked.

          I took a deep breath and a big gulp, "I guess since you're pressuring me"

          "But no makeup or like heels or anything" I insisted.

"You don't need makeup, you're beautiful as ever without it." He said. With the most perfect grin on his face.

          "and you definitely don't need heels because then you'll be as tall as me and that's weird, he said as he laughed.

          "yea, yea get out so I can get dressed" I said as I pushed him away from me. I had to do something before I said or did something stupid.    

          He stepped out of the room.

          I hesitated to put the dress on. It wasn't my usual "simple" attire. I was kind of nervous to wear it... no scratch that... I was totally nervous to wear it. But I did It anyway because I didn't need him bugging me about it.

          I slipped on the dress and stared at myself in the mirror until Eric knocked on the door rushing me.

          "Come In" I insisted.

          He stepped in and just stared at me.

Him just staring made me panic for some weird reason.

          "What? What's wrong? Its ugly, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have Put this thing on." 

          He held his stare, our eyes locked as he moved in closer.

-        As he approached I released the stare, I couldn't hold it any longer.

          When he got to me and I was looking away he placed his left hand on my waist and he caressed my cheek with his right.

          He then moved his right hand to my chin, and he let his left roam down my thigh. It slightly came up my dress. I could feel my heart racing, I felt the blood rush to my face. Though you couldn't see, I was totally blushing. He lifted my face so that I was making eye contact with him.

"You look absolutely gorgeous" he insisted as he tried to kiss me. Or at least that's what I thought. He was slowly going down to my neck. He started slowly kissing it, this wasn't something that I was used to.

It was new, but I loved it. He kissed my neck so gently, I felt myself open up to him, I was going to give in, I felt it. But, just as I usually do, I felt a slight sense of guilt. I couldn't do this, it wasn't me. I knew it wasn't me. 

          Yet, all I could do was smile and feel my blood start pounding.  

As these thoughts ran through my mind, as my guilt filled me, he put one hand down my legs. He ran it slowly up my leg. I felt myself quiver. His touch was mesmerizing, and I wanted more. I wanted to be able to feel him. To feel us skin to skin, lip to lip, body to body. Alas I couldn't, I immediately backed away and turned my head. I whispered, "we can't Eric". He let out a big sigh and he clenched his jaw. His hand dropped from my face and he made a fist and put it up against the wall. There was a faint moment of silence.  

          "I think we should go now" I insisted.

He just took a deep breath and said, "yea I guess we should".