He looked at you. No, it wasn’t the kind of look a friend gives to a friend, or one passed between acquaintances- it was the look. It was the look that you had wanted and waited for your whole life. The look of belonging and meaning something to somebody. He stared at you, and the world melted around you. All of the colors washed together and all you saw was him and his eyes, making it seem like you couldn’t get enough air in to your lungs or enough beats to your heart. There on your couch, was the most imperfectly perfect human you had ever laid your eyes on. His mess of brown hair hit his eyebrow just before it blocked his vision, and his green orbs were bright as they met yours. At that exact moment, you knew that everything had changed.
He finally broke the thick silence that stood between the both of you. “What were we talking about again?” he mumbled and you instantly shot back in to reality, not quite understanding what had just occurred.
You cleared your throat before answering. “I think we were talking about music… something about the Beatles being the best band in the world?” His laugh was deep as he nodded in agreement to what you had said. “It’s very true,” he said “nobody can ever match their greatness.”
You smiled back at him and you felt your eyes trailing down his body. His white v neck clung to his body tightly, and his black jeans were wearing away just at the knees. His black converse tilted up a bit as he crossed his legs at his ankles. Your eyes made their way back up to his, now crinkled as he smiled at you.
"What?" you asked, but he just shook his head. It was a while before he answered, his voice getting softer with each word. "I can’t get over how amazing you are." He looked back at you and everything went blank. There was no sound, no fear- just him. You inched closer on the couch, never breaking eye contact with him. His hand gently reached out and cupped your face before he brushed his lips lightly against yours. You took his neck and brought it closer to you before meeting his lips. You felt his hand on your back and he deepened the kiss, holding you more gently than you’d ever been held before. You finally broke apart and you looked at each other, neither one of you wanting to let go of the moment or each other.
He looked down, and then back up to you. The same look was present in his eyes as he whispered just barely loud enough for you to hear. “I think I love you”
Ok, so I know this is not that good but I really tried! Still deciding if I want to make a whole book about this…. still wanted to give you guys a quick snippet though because I haven’t been on here in ages!