The next day
was Friday. I went to work, desperately
wanting to hear from Tim but unwilling to make the first move. I didn’t have to wait long. Around 10:00am, I got a text from him asking
if I would like to come over to his house that night and watch a movie. The prospect of sitting close to him on a
couch was an exciting one, so I happily accepted.
I drove home
after work, ate a quick dinner, and immediately drove over to his house. He opened the door and greeted me with a
smile and a hug. We talked about our
respective days for a few minutes, and I once again appreciated his attention
and insight. Finally, we decided it was
time to watch a movie. After some
deliberation, we settled on Transformers.
We sat down on the couch and he once again put his arm casually around
my shoulders, and for the second time in not so many hours, I wondered if my
lungs were functioning correctly.
Tim made a
sarcastic comment about a character in the movie, and as I laughed, we made eye
contact. My laughing stopped abruptly as
I realized how close our lips were. My
breathing became erratic as he touched my chin gently. Then, with a smile, he turned his attention
back to the movie. We both went back to
pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between us, but the
tension was unmistakable. The eye
contact happened a few more times, and each time our lips got a little closer,
but each time, he would smile and turn back to the movie.
I wondered
if I had been misreading his intentions.
Maybe he was nervous. Or maybe he
was just teasing me. Or maybe…maybe he
didn’t actually want to kiss me. Just as
I had resolved to stop worrying about it, he turned his head, rotated my chin
toward him with his thumb and forefinger, and pressed his lips to mine. After just a few short seconds, he pulled
back and I opened my eyes. We smiled. He moved his hand around the back of my neck
and slowly leaned in again. Never had a
kiss felt so sweet or so sincere.
He pulled
back and looked into my eyes. We both
smiled and let out a little laugh.
“I have been
wanting to do that,” he said softly.
It’s
incredible how that first kiss opens the floodgates to every conversation
you’ve always wanted to have together but never with the right
opportunity. How you felt the first time
he held your hand. That you wondered why
he let go. How he wanted to keep ahold
of your hand but wanted to make sure you were in the same place as he was. That he’d completely rearranged his schedule
that night so he could make it to the lecture with you. How absolutely beautiful he thought you were
when he met you for the first time again.
When you became interested in each other. Every little detail you’d both wanted to say
but couldn’t.
Before I
left, I offhandedly mentioned that I was going to one of Katie’s service
projects early the next morning and invited him to come. He told me that he would most definitely be
there.
I drove home
that night with a happy heart, warmth flooding throughout my body. I had a really good feeling about all of
this.
And I
couldn’t wait to see him in the morning.
5 comments:
I think this is my favorite post so far! It reminds me of the feelings I had when I was dating Paul! It's totally true that you can finally talk about things you weren't able to before that first kiss!
You, my dear, are a wonderful writer. And every time I see you've posted the next segment if your story I get super excited! You should probably wait to post freakishly adorable ones like this until after work hours are over so I don't have to get all teary eyed at my desk!
I love all kinds of sap. Especially this one.
When they make a movie out of this I get to choose who plays my role of supporting actress, mmmmk?
new[est] follower. loving this post and your blog! can't wait to keep following along!
stop by sometime!
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