This Boy

Mendips

John and I hurriedly walked away from the field until we found the street.

 I stopped him, "Let me see your hand" I demanded.

"It's fine" he said gruffly.

I grabbed his hand that he was hiding and lifted it. He winched a little at the contact. His hand had scratches on it and was red. 

"C'mon let me help you" I said looking up into his dark eyes.

"It's fine I just want to go home." he said trying to dismiss me.

"Well at least let me help you there please it's the least I could do for you" I said

He reluctantly agreed to and we made our way to his house. The walk there was quiet. We didn't say anything. Finally, we arrived at what seemed to be his house. He opened the front gate for me and had me lead the way. Then he got out his keys and unlocked the front door. The house was new on the outside but old on the inside. No television and no radio. I examined the house until I was interrupted by John dropping his bag on the floor. I quickly dropped mine and followed him into the kitchen.

"Sit" I instructed.

He sat down and looked down to the floor. I turned around finding the refrigerator and open the ice box. I poured some ice our onto a cloth and wrapped it up. I walked over to him and grabbed a chair to sit in front of him. Slowly, I put the ice on his knuckles and he tensed at the contact.

"Im sorry" I said trying to make it better.

He looked up at me and smirked.

"I'm sorry me mate did that to ye" he said grabbing my check with his other hand. 

I winced at the pain and had forgotten that Pete had slapped me. He saw this and let go. He then removed the ice from his knuckles and placed it on my face. We locked eyes and my breath hitched at the contact from the ice. There was something about the look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. We kept gazing into each other's eyes until he put the ice down and started to lean in. Soon our lips we attached. It was a sweet peck that turned into a kiss filled with emotion. He dropped the ice on the floor and cupped my face. Before the kiss was about to deepen I pulled away and held his face.

"I'm sorry" he said breathless.

"I'm sorry too" I said breathless and giggled.

He started to laugh and leaned back on his chair. I picked up the ice and put it on the table. When I let go of the ice he grabbed my hand softly. 

"I think I like ye Heather" he said with honest eyes.

"I think I might too" I said.

Oh gosh what am I getting myself into.