2 Hands and One Heart

Kiss Me

I stand up and face Ed directly. We stare at each other for a moment or two before Ed seems to find his words. "So... How have you been these past two years?" He asks me. I smile as I respond, "Oh, I've been fine. I've been waiting to see you for a whole two years, but other than that I've been good." Ed smiles back and we lapse into another silence, shifting from foot to foot. "So... You and Joshi?" Ed asks, ducking his head a little. "Nope. He's just a good friend. Girls aren't exactly his forte," I say. I can see relief in Ed's eyes.

"So..." Ed trails off, starting to walk closer to where I'm still standing. "Yup..." I say. "Boyfriend of any sort?" He asks. "Single and ready to flamingle!" I say with exaggerated excitement and sarcasm. Ed is now standing right in front of me, gazing into my eyes. He gently places his hands on my upper arms and we stare at each other for a bit.

"Most girls would freak out about Ed Sheeran touching them," he says jokingly. I merely shrug and smile. He glances down at my lips and starts to lean a bit closer and I panic. I break out of his grip by waving my arms as I begin to talk, "But, yuh know, I'm a strange person, so, I mean, something like that is bound to happen," I ramble, walking away from him. "Is that your only flaw?" He teases, stepping towards me again. My heart is beating a million miles an hour.

"Of course it's not. Just my most normal. I mean, I'm really weird. I-I, uh, well, I... I don't shave sometimes for weeks at a time. Most girls at my school would consider that a sin, but I just don't see the need when I'm not wearing shorts or capris. And-and I don't wear make-up. Most girls do, but I can't see the need to put goop on my face each day just to wash it off at the end of each day. It's just ridiculous!" I rant as I continue walking away from Ed. I don't really know what I'm saying or why I'm saying it, but I can't seem to stop myself. I'm just talking. I'm about to go on, continue telling Ed Sheeran about all of my many flaws, when I feel hands tighten on my arms. The hands spin me around, hold me against a body, and then there are lips on mine.

Ed holds me gingerly in his arms, eyes closed. One of his hands holds me firmly, but gently, against him, while his other hand finds my hair and begins twirling it through his fingers. After the initial shock of the gesture, I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes. I let myself relax and I kiss him back.

After what feels like an eternity and a split second all at once, Ed pulls back, touching our foreheads together. "I've known stranger things," he whispers, looking into my eyes. Before I can respond his lips are on mine again. I run my hand through his fiery hair, letting the silky strands run through my fingers. After a moment he pulls me closer in a way that forces me to go up on my tip-toes, making me a bit taller than him. I can feel his scruff brush against my face as he kisses me with passion.

We break away and he loosens his grip on me, setting me back on my feet. My hands rest lightly on his shoulders; his hands are on my waist. We stand a few inches apart, breathing a little heavy and staring at one another. "What just happened?" I ask Ed quietly. 

"I fell for you," Ed whispers.