She kissed me, and if my brain had been made of wires and gears, they would have short circuited. I try to tell my eyes to shut, but instead I jerk away. Away from her warmth, passion, and love. She looks up at me with her big brown eyes, full of innocence. I hate that I'm not like her.
"What?" She whispers. I shake my head.
"I can't, Becca."
"Wh-why?" She takes a step back.
"No! I don't not want to kiss you! I mean who'd not not want to kiss you? I can't kiss you and not not bring it to another level! I just can't not keep my hands not on you! You're too...too.." I look down. "Not like me. Innocent.
" Becca stares at me. I try to pick up what's in her eyes, but I can't. She squints, nose wrinkling.
"Did you try to confuse me that badly?" I laugh. Becca takes a hold of the two pieces of my flannel, pulling me to her.
"Riley. Riles. My favorite person. My favorite Christmas tree farmer." I blush. "I didn't mean to make you upset."
"You didn't, bugaboo." I cup her cheeks.
"You never could. It's just..."
"Talk to me, Riles." I sigh.
"You're just too perfect. I want to display you and tell everyone you're mine. But you're not. And I want you to be, but you never could be." I huff.
"Why not?" I turn to Becca, her voice soft. My face softens, I frown slightly.
"Because you're not like me." I repeat. Becca holds on to my arm. Her gaze meets mine.
"So? We can have the bad boy good girl thing." I know she's joking, but I frown again. I shake my head.
"I don't want to, Rebecca."
"What?" Her hands slip free of my arm.
"I want to have the good boy good girl thing. I want you to show me." Both of my hands drag through her hair, one coming back and brushing her bottom lip. She smiles, a small one that means more than anything. "So...will you help me, Becca?"
She nods. "Thanks." I whisper. My hair falls over my eyes. I can feel Becca dig through her purse, and she pulls out a grey beanie. She slides it on my head slightly sideways, like she knows exactly what she's doing. I smile. "Why'd you have my hat in your purse?"
"You never know when you'll want one." I smile.
"You know me too well." I move closer, my eyes never leaving her face. "Hey, Becca?"
"Hm?"
"Can I...kiss you, maybe, now?" Becca's cheeks turn three shades of pink. She softly nods. I smile before gently placing my lips against hers. She smiles against me, her hands pressed against my chest. Becca stands on her tip toes, coming closer to my height. I slide my hands down her back, drawing her closer than I've ever dared. She slowly, painfully pulls her lips from mine. It takes me a minute to gather myself before looking at her. I kiss her cheek, lingering.
"Riley." She mumbles. I press my mouth beside her ear, whispering the words I've wanted to for so long.
"I love you, Rebecca Fletcher." I feel her smile as she hides her face in my neck. I nudge her, and she looks back at me. I smile cheekily, and she scrunches her nose, pursing her lips.
"I love you, too, Riles. Now come here." She places her lips back on mine, her hands in my hair.
