First Chance

First Kiss

I wake up in an unusually room with a pounding in my head. Toms leaning over my face a look of relief washes over his face. I let out a sigh as I see his face but it sounds more like a croak. 'Hi Erica' he whispers, it sounds so nice to hear him say my name. 'What happened? Where am I? What are....' Tom places his finger over my lips 'last night you drank a drink that was spiked with Vodka' he said with a worried expression 'your in my bedroom, after you collapsed I came out of the kitchen and found you slumped on the floor, took you home because it was closer then your house told my parents what happened then they told your mum' he said tears in his eyes ' I was so worried' I lift my hand and wipe the tears from his face, he leans in nuzzling his face to my hand my breathe catches in my throat as his nose brushes my cheek. But then I remember, I remember him walking down the hallway with Taylor and his utter lack of resilience and I do the unthinkable, I push him away. As soon as I did it I saw the hurt in his eyes. I stare him down and ask 'where did Taylor take you at the party'. He blushed and turned away 'it's not what you think' he mutters 'then bloody we'll tell me' I say my voice rising as I go 'I liked you ok, for the first time I actually liked someone and you go and make me feel like an unwanted idiot'. I'm about to go off again when my face suddenly trapped by soft manly hands and my voice It trails off as I look into those amazing eyes of his he leans in, he smells musky like pine trees but he also smells free, I would never, never have anything to do with a fake bitch like that. As if he had a sudden rush he leans in closer and our lips touch. Heat radiates through my body from where we touch my arms wrap around his neck and all of a sudden I feel the need to be with him. We part as our need for air is stronger than our hunger for each other.