A Fresh Start

What A Feeling

I lay on my bed late Friday night tossing in turning, attempting to go to sleep early. I couldn't stop thinking about the feeling I had while Sebastion hovered above me after the soccer match. I was no stranger to the occasional crush, my friends teased me because I never really dated the boys who asked me out. Despite what they said, I wasn't a prude and I wasn't afraid of attachment. It was quite the opposite, I had grown up with my parent's unconditional love setting a precedent and knew that was what I wanted out of a relationship. I was a hopeless romantic at heart, my collection of romance novels before moving was large enough to fill a small library. When I started high school I was sure that I would find my other half, just like my parents. Unfortunately, at some point after seeing my friends bedridden, clutching pints of ice cream after a breakup, that naive idea died. From that point on I decided that I wasn't going to waste energy on a high school relationship if it was just going to end in heartbreak. Now after that after moment on the field, I wasn't so set on this idea of waiting for mutual maturity anymore. Somehow, Sebastion had managed to bring out that hopeful little girl inside. 

After a fitful night of sleep, I finally woke up to the sun streaming through my windows. I looked to see that it was around six. I sighed when I realized that there was no way I'd be able to fall back asleep. I got up and after a short shower I went downstairs to grab some breakfast. When I got down to the kitchen I found Sebastion sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a book. His hair was messy and he was clad in threadbare plaid pajamas, but somehow he still managed to look like a model. "I didn't think anyone else would be awake" I said quietly as I approached the table. "You don't have to whisper, the rest of this family could sleep through World War Three" I laughed and opened the cabinet and grabbing some instant oatmeal. "You're a morning person?" I asked questioningly, as I fiddled with the gas stove, struggling to turn it on. "Well, I'm not really a morning or night person" his eyes grew dark and he let out a biting laugh. "What do you mean by that." I cursed my nosey tendancies when his face grew hesitant. "I've got insomnia, so I don't sleep much at all" he blurted out quickly. I nodded in understanding, I could tell that there was more behind this, but I didn't want to press him, and scare him off. Suddenly I could feel a warm breath tickling the back of my neck. I felt my breath catch in my throat when Sebastion's arms reached around my waste to turn the stove on with a quick flick of his wrist.

I turned around with bated breath, my eyes immediately locking on his emerald green eyes. "You've got to give it a quick push before turning it" Sebastion said, his hands still on the stove, and his body angled towards mine. I wanted to close the space so badly it hurt. "I suppose sometimes you can't be too gentle, you've just got to go for it huh" I said quietly with a dry mouth making my voice sounding slightly hoarse. "Sometimes you've got to take a risk" Sebastion said, his head moving closer till our noses were practically touching. "Otherwise we're really not living" I couldn't stop my eyes from darting down to his lips, wanting so badly for them to be on mine. "Just to be clear, I'm not talking about the stove anymore" my body tensed when I felt his lips whisper the words in my ear. "I don't think it ever was" I said, and as he closed the distance between us I felt a warm feeling overtake me. 

If I had felt warmth before, then there was a raging inferno in my stomach when his lips met mine. His lips caressed mine slowly, gently, almost as though he was waiting for me to pull away. I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip in an obvious plead for permission to deepen the kiss, but just as I allowed him access the sound of feet thundering on the stairs pulled me from my state of euphoria. We sprung apart, both of us flushed and breathing heavily, as Ben made his way downstairs. "Those damn neighbors! Who picks Saturday morning to mow the lawn!" Ben stormed his way over to us, thankfully to upset by the neighbors to notice our flustered appearance. "What are you guys doing down here?" Ben asked curiously, probably wondering why we looked like a couple of deer caught in headlights. "Just making some breakfast" I said, fighting to betray no trace of guilt. "Yeah, the oven's acting up again" Sebastion added on quickly. This seemed to distract Ben, as he quickly spiraled into a rant about his various issues with the oven. I turned back to the kettle and turned the oven on, this time successfully.