Little Moments

Moment 1

He pinned me down against the grass and got on top of me. In this vast field the wind blew gently against his cheeks and as if there were fingers, combed his hair back. I stared at his eyes that glistened under the faint moonlight, or maybe it was from the street lamp nearby. He bent closer and now our noses are barely an inch apart. I've never been this close to anyone before, let alone a boy. My heart pounded against my chest and the butterflies in my stomach frantically fluttered around, I prayed for him to not hear my heart beating so fast. "Don't even trust me," he said in a low tone almost whispering, he then leaned to my ear and said, "what if I'm the same as those boys back there? What if I have an ulterior motive?" It tickled a little.

"You're not," I said, I know he's not that type of a person. "No," he regained his posture, now an arms length away from me, his head hung above mine. "I might just do something to you now, you don't get it do you?" He sounded a little angrier, I knew he wanted me to get his point, in fact I do, but I couldn't help but be attracted to this side of him. "If it's you I'm fine, you know," the words slipped out of my mouth like butter, I couldn't meet his eyes but something in his attracted mine back like a magnet.

He stared at me in silence, his expressions relaxed and his brows are no longer furrowed. The change made me bolder, I raised my brows and gave a little head tilt, I wanted a response. "Do you know the weight those words hold?" He said. As soon as I nodded, I felt the tension between us rise. He just stared dead into my eyes, I could tell he was thinking, I knew what he was thinking. I wanted him to do it.

It felt as if I was in a coming of age movie, what a scene to be in! Who would've thought I would ever end up in a situation like this? I like him, I do. The way his eyebrows arched, the way his hair is slightly wavy, his slender fingers, his smile, the little mole under his left eye, everything, I like his everything.

He leaned in, now even closer than the inch before, before I knew it his soft lips touched mine. In that second I took a deep breath in, it was as if all the butterflies in my stomach that were fluttering around so hastily suddenly exploded out. My chest tightened as I squeezed my eyes close, what do I do now? A million thoughts flashed across my mind, it was my first kiss, I didn't know how to act. To think the girl who has been exposed to so much by watching or reading tons of romance could barley move now when put in the same position of what she's seen.

It was as if a plug got pulled out of my chest and I could breathe again when he pulled his lips away. He caressed my cheeks as he looked at my lips. I felt relaxed under his touch and I felt safe. I gave him a little smile and leaned into his palms but he gently pushed my head beck up and kissed me again. This time it was deeper and his lips was now moist from the first kiss. I pressed my lips against his and wrapped my arm around his neck in which he responded to by poking his tongue against the opening of my mouth. Although it was my first, I was not completely oblivious of what to do. I relaxed my lips and opened them slightly as he pushed his tongue in. He took the lead and our tongues danced together, it felt good. The sensation of both our tongues against each other was unfamiliar but it was warm and I melted to every movement he made.

In that moment it was just two teenagers lying on a vast field with a cold breeze blowing against them, making out under the moonlight. Time froze and it felt like it was just him and I in the world. He released his lips from mine and both of us are now panting slightly. "I like you," he said, "I like you so much." My heart pounded harder and I wanted to scream, the confession caught me off guard. "We've been having this constant thing between us since the start, I know you know it too," he said as he bit his lips.

"Yeah, I know," I reached out and traced his lips with my thumb, "I like you too."

It was as if I witnessed fireworks exploding in his eyes, they shone even more as he widened them. I smiled at the expression he made, man, this boy loves me. He pulled me in for a hug and the the mixed scent of his sweat and fabric softener wafts into my nose. I loved it, and in his arms it felt like home. 

The boy that I met at a skate park two months ago is now what I call mine.