After the Storm

Chapter 8: A Simple Kiss

**Mirror Rose**

Leaning against my door, safely secured in my room, my heart beated with excitement and thrill.

Someone came in while I was playing the piano ...and they didn't say a word but somehow I felt someone watching me.

The way my fingers felt playing the familiar ease of the piano made me feel something I haven't in a long time.

I felt Loved.

As if the piano called for my fingers, pleading me to fulfill its addiction and release it of it's pain. But there was the one thing that I didn't want to replay in my head

..my mother .

I miss my mother so much that at times I actually hated her for leaving me. Why didn't she take me with her? This is the question that has taunted me ever since she left..

I remember the day she left as if it was yesterday. The weather man called for light showers but it never predicted the massive thunderstorm that took place. Anyone who went outside would be just asking for a death wish. My parents haven't been getting along that day. I remember sitting on the steps holding my ears trying to block out there yelling and screaming. Even though they argued my father never laid a hand on my mother. Then I heard something I wasn't suppose to hear, the key to everything. My mother ..

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone knocking on the door. What time was it? Midnight.

"Um who is it," I called out standing a few feet from the door.

"It's Luke. " My heart stopped beating or that is how it felt. What did he want?

Turning the knob, I came face to face with Luke and my heart dropped into my stomach. His hair was messy as if he forgot to brush it but not in a way that looked sloppy just sexy. He wore a gray button up shirt with black slacks that set off his muscular frame, and black boots adding to the image.

"Oh hey Luke ...what's up," I leaned against the door, refraining myself from jumping on him.

" Nothing really I just wanted to stop by and see why you weren't at the party," his frown told me he was disappointed that I didn't go. If I would have known he was dressed like this I would have gone to the party without a heart beat .. or maybe not...

I wasn't sure how to answer his question, I didn't want to lie but I couldn't tell him where I was.

"Oh I was spending time...alone..," I half lied. When I was playing the piano I was never alone. Somehow who ever was watching me didn't make me feel..alone.

Looking along the halls, Luke turned his attention back to me, "So are you gonna invite me in?" His smiled made me lean harder against the door and I let him walk in. He smelled amazing. Good thing I was leaning against the door or my knees would have gave out for sure.

Closing the door, knowing he was in my room made me blush," So how was the party? " I chuckled nervously. He had pulled out my desk chair and took a seat. I took a seat on my bed, I didn't want my knee's going out on me. That would be embarrassing.

He started to observe my room, looking around as if he was grading a class on how well they behaved. I became extremely nervous, was my room okay or did I need to 'spice it up'??

"Hello, " my voice pulled him from his observations.

"Oh the party was okay.. but I left early, wasn't anyone there I wanted to dance with," did he mean me I couldn't blame him after what I asked him earlier.

Was every man like my father, or were there guys out there that loved their wife, girlfriend or whatever you wanted to call there 'Lady friend'.. Maybe if I got to know Luke he could prove my theories wrong.

"Oh Mirror I forgot to tell you that on my way to your room," his cheek's turned bright red the thought of him coming to my room made him blush ," I heard someone in the auditorium playing the piano and they sounded amazing. I have never heard anyone play like that."

OMG ...Luke was the one that heard and actually stood there watching me play and he thought I was amazing. No one has ever listen to me play before besides my mom and I haven't played for over six years.

"Oh really .. did you see who it was?" I needed to know if he knew it was me because then he would ask me why I lied then I would have to explain my 'mother situation ' and I didn't want that.

"Sadly no but I'm going to find out one way or another. Whoever was playing must of been a female because she reminded me of this lady who played here last year at a concert we held. I can't remember her name. " His body seemed tense as he was starring out the window now looking deep in though. I wondered what he was thinking about and I stood next to him looking at the dark forest that was the backyard to the school.

I couldn't stop stealing little peaks at him he was so cute and it was easy to doubt that sensation that raced through my body when he touched me.

Pulling me from my thoughts was his voice which came out as a whisper. "Mirror," his eyes seemed cloud with hopefulness and desperation. Butterflies in my stomach took flight and then I felt shocks throughout my skin when I realized we was holding my hand.

Our eyes locked and mine darted to his lips. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted him to know that I wanted him but I was afraid he would turn out like my father. Selfish. Arrogant and a total ass.

I hesitated for a minute than I took it upon myself to close the distance between us. He hadn't moved but I didn't care. I wanted to feel his lips against mine and I know he wanted the same.

Before our lips touch, my eyes fluttered shut and his not to long after.

The moment our lips touched, I swear I heard fireworks. Well in my head I did and it was unbelievable.

The kiss was soft in the beginning, then I felt his tongue try to seek permission to enter my mouth. Letting him in, his arms snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him and my hands went straight to his gorgeous thick hair. It felt so good between my finger's and he liked it just as much as I did because he let out a soft moan.

Our lips and our tongues moved together as if it was destined to be. It was ...what's the word I'm looking for .. PERFECT .. almost to good to be true.

I had to pull away, I didn't want to but my lungs needed air. I opened my eyes to find Luke starring at me. An obvious smile lit up his face.

"Woah..I wasn't expecting that," he was still holding me and honestly I didn't want him to stop. I felt safe in his arms like no one could get to me.

"I'm sorry. I just want...," my sentence was cut short but Luke resuming the kiss. I didn't want the night to end.

It was to perfect but I loved it..