Taylor's Diary

Second Chance.

05.05.2013

As I was leaving his room, Sam stopped me holding me by my wrist.

"Tay please. You have to listen to me.."

I turned back to look at his ocean blues, which were now pleading.

"I'm on duty, Samuel Stephan Martin. I have other patients to tend to."

I bluntly said trying to loosen my wrist from his hold. But his grip tightened.

"Leave it, Sam." I glared at him,

"Let me go."

Instead I was pulled to his bed, and fell face flat on his chest. I felt his chest rumble under mine. I looked up to see him grinning at me. Eyes sparkling like ice crystals. I returned him a cold stare. I couldn't let the wall crumble down so easily. I had to keep myself away from him. For my own good. I couldn't let my heart get hurt again, when he would be discharged and would walk away to his life.. To that girl.. May be they were engaged by now. Married even? But then how come she didn't come to check on him all this while? I didn't even notice him mention her, all these days he's been here.. Maybe he doesn't want to bring her up, knowing I'm here. Maybe he thinks that would damage me further. May be he cared about that part. May be..

I felt his hands snake around my waist, pulling me to him. I was pulled further up, our faces only centimeters apart now. I could almost feel his breath on my lips. When I met his gaze, he was staring intently at me. His eyes were piercing mine, looking into my soul.

"I'm sorry, Tay." This was all I heard before his lips came crashing on mine. My eyes widened with shock initially, but then closed on their own. Automatically. And I kissed him back. As if it was natural for us to do this. Even after this long, his lips felt the same as they had been when they had touched mine for the first time. Soft, but rugged. Wanting. My lips parted and he deepened the kiss. And there was this spark lightened inside the deepest part of my soul. This made me want him, the same way I had wanted him when I was sixteen. I was taken back to that day when we were left alone on that bench near the swimming pool. And I felt the same desire, the same churning in my at the pit of my abdomen, when we had shared our first ever kiss together. That made me kiss him back with the same depth as he was kissing me with.

May be love was asking us for a second chance...