Daydreamers, A Poem✔️

Chapter 13

I brush my hand against the wood grain.

I'm a chicken right now—

Too afraid to leave and too scared to knock.

I lay my forehead against it and shake out my shoulders.

I can do this; I am strong enough.

I knock and wait for the pattering of Lee's feet.

She stops on the other side of the door.

Please open the door, Lee.

She swings it inward, and I thrust the bouquet of daisies—

I picked for her from my mother's backyard,

Into her fiery gaze; I stare at the floor.

It has lovely patterned black and white tiles.

I hold my arm out until I feel her fingers brush mine.

Then she tackles me.

We fall onto the porch and—

Lee's lips find mine.

Her tongue slips inside,

I tangle my hands in her golden locks,

Trace her lower lip,

And suck it into my mouth.

I pin her arms above her head.

What the fuck?

She kisses my neck;

I grab a handful of her hair.

She moans and I curse.

I am not making love to you on your front porch.

No matter how fucking incredible you look right now.

She pouts.

Wait so what is this—

I point between her and me.

Willow, you are an emotional idiot.

I got the video; and it clicks.

I have been in love with you for years.

Her hands bracket my face.

I want to be with you—if you still want to be with me?

"You love me?" I ask.

I feel a pull deep in my stomach—

Press my forehead against hers. 

I want to make sure— 

This—me, is what you want. 

She falls into my lap with a grin. 

First, you have something on the corner of your mouth.

I think I can get it if—

Then her lips take everything.