Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter Thirteen - Casual Affair

"It's late, in the atmosphere, a casual affair..."

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Reagan's POV

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The feeling of those piercing, blue eyes upon me sent a chill down my spine. The way they just teased me, and left me wanting more. And as I walked by, the scent of his cologne filling my lungs. I couldn't help but think back to the first time we met. The first time I fell in love. His cologne was layered on heavy, and his hair was slicked back perfectly. His blue eyes stared through me like I was invisible. I hated acting mad at him, but at the same time, I didn't want to seem desperate.

After walking out on him like that, the only thing I could think about was the way he looked back at me. The sadness flodded those once happy blue eyes. It hurt me deeply to upset him. My heart imagined us together, but my mind knew better. Thank God.

"Reagan!" a voice followed behind me.

I knew it wasn't Gabe, which throughly confused me. His voice was easily-recognizable, and I knew for sure that wasn't his. Who else would chase me in this weather? I turned back to find myself face-to-face with Van, the boy who I was with back at the club. He had been nothing but sweet to me when it came to getting comfortable in Denver. It meant a lot to me, and I had no idea how I could ever thank him for that.

"You left your phone on the table." he said, out of breath.

"Thanks," I mumbled, reaching out to grab it.

Suddenly, it slipped from both our grasps and fell into the snow beneath us. In unison, we bent down to grab it. He grabbed it first, and we looked up into each other's eyes almost in sync. I stared into those brown eyes of his, making my heart melt instantly.

We continued to stare through each other until we stood up, managing to keep our eyes on one another.

"I'm sorry," he said, getting lost in his own thoughts.

"D-don't mention it..." I stuttered, unsure of what to say next.

Then, he graced my face with his hand. We drew closer and closer until I could feel his hot breath down my neck on this cold Denver night. In the same moment, he placed his lips atop mine, which sent a shiver down my spine. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it his kiss, or the chilly air.

The way the snow fell from above us, and how the streetlights shone down on us made it perfect. His kiss caught me off guard, but I eventually kissed him back.

My mind raced as we continued to embrace. My arms were around his neck, while I had allowed him to wrap his arms around my waist.

The only thing ruining this beautiful moment was my heart.

Stop it, Reagan, my mind told me, You love Gabe, remember?

I tried to ignore it, for the moment, at least. Then, he pulled away. I bit my lip and kept my eyes closed. His kiss was passionate and special. I honestly didn't want it to end.

"I'm really sorry," he said, wide-eyed. "I didn't mean to."

he kept rambling on about some nonsense until I finally gave him one last quick kiss.

"I'll see you around, Van." I smiled, squeezing his hand before turning around to leave.

The silent, lonely walk left me with nothing but time to think.

The first guy on my mind has always been Gabe; that blonde-haired, blue-eyed hockey hunk with the cockiest of attitudes around girls. Plus, the one of the two I didn't have a chance with.