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My head was bent over our project, my hair surrounding my face like a curtain. I was pushing myself so hard not to look up, not to look up into those perfectly framed, pure blue pools of liquid crystal.
When I had finished my work on the project, I looked up and his face was so curiously close to mine I could see every line in his irises. The next thing I knew, we were leaning in, ending in a kiss so soft and sweet, I wanted it to last forever. I ran my fingers through his feathery blond hair and pulled away.
It was perfect.
Slowly he lifted his lashes, then his eyes, in a way that proved he agreed that that moment was beautiful.
(That is the end of my dream, but not the end of my story)
A few seconds later, we started blushing, but smiling, too.
"So now what?" He asked.
I wasn't entirely sure if he meant the project or us, so I said, "As far as the project goes, we're done, but in other terms I really don't want to be."
He smiled in a way that said, neither do I.
Then all of a sudden I noticed my hand was in his, and stared it for a second, trying to figure out when that had happened. When he realized what I was staring at, he dropped my hand.
"No, " I said, "I like it there." And grabbed his hand again.
We sat and talked for a while, about nothing in particular. ( I wasn't paying too much attention to what I was saying.) What I was paying attention to was his face. It was fascinating how animated he was!
I also liked watching him when he smiled. Because when it reached his eyes, and they were on me, they were lit up with such a brilliant light, I never wanted him to look away. I swear, my heart was probably loud enough to give away how much I loved him. It was fantastic. heart
The moments slipped by in companionable silence as we were sittingand sorting through our thoughts. That is, until someone knocked on the door.
"Damn," He muttered under his breath. "Come in!" He added in a much brighter tone.
As the door opened, I made it look like we were just finishing up.
"Oh good, you're done." His sister said. "Mom says supper's ready."
"Do you want to stay and eat with us?" He asked, using his impish smile I couldn't say no to.
"I- I don't know if I can." I stuttered. Idiot. Then I added, "Skip it, my mom won't say no, so, okay, I'll stay."
His sister came and hugged me(again) and smiled like she knew more than she let on.
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 chameleonfaerie · Sun Oct 07, 2007 @ 04:49am · 1 Comments |
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