"Hey, a song I actually know," I smile- yet [i]again[i]- as Lips of An Angel emits from the surround sound.
We start singing softly to each other and I close my eyes, feeling him move away and onto his bed. He whispers my name and I spin the chair I'm sitting in around, only to see his arms are spread wide open, welcoming me to climb in to them.
I do just that, and they create a shield as I lay against his strong chest.
"What's on your mind?" he whispers into my hair, and I hesitate to answer.
"Just...stuff."
He sits up slowly and rearranges himself. We are cross-legged, facing each other, and it's taking all I have to not close this large gap of two inches between us.
He urges me to tell him. "C'mon, it's okay," and his smile is dazzling.
I blush, turn away, and start to quietly sing 'No Surprise', the Daughtry song that is now playing.
He responds with a half-smile, grabs the remote, and pauses the song in mid-chorus. "Tell me," he begs, "or I'll have to tickle you."
I shake my head and smile down at his blue comforter. "No, what's on your mind?"
Those brown eyes of his, the ones I've only just recently started getting lost in, stare at me. They hold my gaze for too long, but I can only stare back. It's just him and I in this world, in this moment, and I can't look away.
"I know it's not under the stars...but...would you still want that kiss?" he finally asks.
I don't hesitate answering his question this time. "Yes."
He's still staring at me, but I see pure happiness in his eyes before he looks down.
My heart starts to beat erratically, and I'm thinking of just kissing him first instead. I subtley take deep breaths, and it's at this second he tilts my chin up towards his face.
I freeze. There's no other way to describe it- I feel my heart slow down, my arms and legs tense, and my air supply stops. I have to remind myself to breathe. We stare at each other for another second, and I'm waiting for him to lean in, purse his lips, do something, anything...
He makes an elephant noise with his mouth and smiles apologetically. I can only relax, laugh, and blush.
That was not his only show, though. And I knew that. I knew there had to be a grand finale. And I knew, when he tilted my chin yet again- for his lips to meet mine- the show would be over soon.
The rest is history.
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