Riptide

I found myself looking at his perfectly bow shaped lips too long, and I was caught. I blushed a bit, and he smiled.

I loved his smile.

It was warm and comforting, just like the morning sun. It seemed to melt my heart like the sun melting ice on grass in the spring.

I wanted to sit up with him, maybe tug on some of his golden hair, maybe caress his cheek, maybe kiss his lips.

The more I looked at him, the more things I wanted to do with him. I wanted to go on a picnic, I wanted to take him down to the lake, I wanted to finally get him to shift. I wanted to get to know him more.

I wanted him to be mine.