"You asked me honestly, and I answered you honestly, what else do you want me to say?" He asked her, all the while not letting her look anywhere except in his eyes.
"That you don't feel that way, that I don't feel that way." How could he feel that way, after everything they had been through, he feels that now?
She looked deeper into his eyes, the eyes that she could see right through, the eyes that she could get lost in, and the eyes that led to his soul. Big blue eyes with a little hint of green mixed in. They sat perfectly aligned on his face, separated by his very cute nose. Lips that made her weak at the knees were pressed together, in what she liked to call his 'brooding' pose, just above his chin dimple that made his face. His, now, short, sandy blond hair was holding the whole portrait, that was his face, together.
"You feel it too?" He looked into her eyes trying to find the lie in them, but coming up empty.
"As much as I don't want to admit it, yeah. Why do you think I was bitter for so long? I love you Luke, and I don't think anything could change that. When I look in your eyes, all I see is my future, our future." She said with such honesty that it pained him to think what he did to her.
"Do you want to know what I see when I look at you? I see everything I could ever want, everything I could ever need. I see our children, with your brown eyes and auburn hair, your beautiful lips and your adorable dimples, and all your personality and spunk, I see you." He said with equal honesty.
"Then why did you do it? I was here, I put myself out there for you, and you dropped me. Do you remember when we first started this? Well, when Peyton's Dad came home and you started spending time with him, I started getting doubts about what we were. I had a feeling that you were using Peyton for the intellectual and emotional stuff, and just using me. Then, when I found out about you two, I knew I was right. How can I be sure that it won't happen again? I don't think I would be able to survive it again." He could see the tears starting to form in her eyes, and did the only thing he could think of.
Putting his hand gently on her cheek, he placed a feather light kiss on her lips. As soon as their lips met he could feel a warmth spread through his body that he had missed for so long.
Shivers and then warmth. One right after another. That is the what she felt. When his hand touched her cheek it sent shivers up her back. She missed the rough, but strangely smooth feel of his hand on her body. Then came the feeling that she had waited for. Their lips met and she could feel the warmth spread through her body, healing all the pain she felt. 'It cant be this easy.' She thought as she pulled away. 'I can't go back to the way things were, I'll end up getting hurt in the end, he always hurts me.' Without another word, she runs from the beach, leaving a dejected Lucas, and her heels behind.