Connected by the soul

Connected by the Soul: Chapter 5

"No, you're lying." "I'm serious." "I smell cap." I laugh out. "Come one seriously Colby the cakes gonna get stale if you don't hurry up." "I didn't say anything." He laughs. "Fine I told you, you were gonna regret using those puppy on me eyes though." My eyes go wide and I poke out my bottom lip. "Pweaaaase." I say in the cutest way I can. "Woah, woah woah, that's fair." "Do you'll tell me" I chirp out. "Okay..." He sighs in defeat. I turn back around and open the door. "That look, should be illegal" he says, as he walks in. "Thank you." I say with a smile. "Let's sit on the couch." I suggest. He goes and sits on the couch, setting the cake on the glass table in front of the couch. I go and grab two forks from the kitchen and walk out to the living room. I sit down next to Colby and hand him a fork. "We can't eat this whole cake." He says sounding kind of surprised. "We can try though. Now tell me how you feel." "Oh yeah." He says twisting one of the bulky rings on his finger. "I don't really know how to explain it. I just feel like there's something that pulls me to you. Like bot in a weird way though. I just like being around you. It's comforting I guess." He says nervously. "No I get it." I grab his hand to try to comfort him a little more, but I was honestly doing it more to comfort myself. I had honestly never felt this intensity around someone, or a pull like this. At the same time I find it comforting knowing that it's possible to feel a connection like this. That someones touch is capable of calming my mind. Honestly it kind of scares me knowing that though. I was so attached to Alex and it almost killed me when I had to leave him, yet we weren't nearly as connected as this, and I didn't even meet Colby that long ago. If Alex was capable of doing that, what's stoping Colby from doing worse. I unconsciously pull my hand back and place it over my mouth to keep a sob from coming out. Colby looks at me in worry. "What's wrong?" he asks in a soft voice. I just shake my head in fear to tell him about my past. The only people who know about that are Tara and Kat, and if I tell him I may fall victim to him. "It's okay." He says wrapping his arms around me. I can't help but to hug him back and burry my face in the crook of his neck as tears stream down my face. I don't think it matters if I told him about my past. I've already become completely vulnerable to this immense feeling. We pull back looking at one another. We seem to do that a lot, but he has really nice eyes. I think I'm in love with him somehow. Waite, waite, waite. What am I thinking, I barely know him. I really want to kiss him though. Omg am I drunk or something, because I've never felt like this. I know I'm not drunk. I only had one drink and I'm not light weight when it comes to drinking. Before I know it though, we are both leaning into one another. I lips connected I felt a shiver run down my body. His hands tighten around my waist pulling me closer. Looks like I'm not crazy for wanting to kiss him, or maybe were just both crazy. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip letting me know he wants to deepen the kiss. I try not to, thinking how insane this is, but I actually become weak and I can't even think straight anymore. I open my mouth and the kiss deepens into something slightly more. I finally get some sort of sanity in my mind and get the will power to pull away. I almost whimper, immediately missing the feeling of his lips. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "No you didn't do anything wrong, it's okay." I say meaning it, but kind of scared about how weak I become around him. Well some birthday this is so far. Oh waite we haven't even touched the cake. Well he have started on desert though, just not the cake.