Summer of 16

I say nothing as I walk towards him blushing and shy smiled. No, "Hey, how have you been?" Nothing like that. I just stood there three feet away from him. He was standing against a car. He smirked at me with those lips and those eyes. The eyes that say, "I know you want me." And I did. Then he took my hand and held it close, kissed it. All this and he never moved his eyes away from mine. He pulled my hand closer, pulling me closer. Now we were together.