I’m floating. I’m sinking.
I feel light, yet heavy.
I’m breathless, yet I’ve just had the best breath of my life.
My heart stops. Next, my heart is racing.
The sweetness of her kiss makes me never want to get off this ride. As I kiss her, I feel her soft lips curve. My heart instantly melts because I know this means she’s smiling.
This is the first time I’ve ever made her smile.
Suddenly, I awake with a jolt and a smile on my face. Yesterday’s affair made its way into my dreams.
Taking in my wet bed, I realize I’m sweating under the sheets. And that’s not the only problem I notice under the sheets.
Swinging my feet off the bed, I step onto the floor and stand. Before I know it, I’m pacing. I’m restless. It was just yesterday that I kissed the girl I’ve loved for years.
What if she didn’t want to kiss me?
What if she regrets it?
No, she definitely liked it. She was smiling. She was kissing me back. She was making sweet, little noises.
Kissing her was the greatest of contradictions. I felt so many things at once.
The one word I can accurately use to describe it: right.
I was where I should be… doing what I should be doing.
I wasn’t sure just how long we stayed there like that until soccer practice. The coach hounded me in front of the whole team for showing up an hour late. He made me run the track twenty times. Yet frankly, I didn’t give a damn. I did it with an idiotic smile on my face. Because as I ran, all I thought of was her.
Hell, I wish I stayed with her longer. But her mom kept calling her on her cell. She had been waiting and was worried about where her daughter had gone.
Now, I’m wondering where she is and what she’s doing.
After having a taste of her, I’m more certain than ever…
She’s what I want. She’s what I need.
I can’t wait to see her again.
I look at my alarm clock and sigh. It’s 9:00 AM, and it’s Saturday.
Damn. This is going to be a long weekend. I grit my teeth and fall back into bed.