Hey guys! I wrote this draft a while ago and didn't like it but when I found it today on my computer I've changed some things and I think it has potential. I know it's the first person narrative and usually, I hate it but because of the character of the story it only feels right so I'm making an exception. I also know it's super short but it also didn't feel right to write more to it at the moment. Tell me what you think about it and what should I do with it next - leave it as a super short one-shot or write more? And if you have any ideas where should I go with the story feel free to leave a review.
She tasted like a rain.
And like all the good things you can think about.
She felt like home. Her touch was setting my skin on fire, causing me to shiver and forget the world.
Her laugh was just so...contagious. If someone asked me to title it I'd say "Ode to the joy", because that's how she made me feel. Like I've just drunk liquid happiness. I'd never thought that I could ever have her. But now she was here, standing in front of my door soaking wet because of the downpour currently happening around us and kissing me like both of our lives were depending on it.
So she tasted like a rain.
She had drops of it hanging on her nose. Her hair was sticking to her face, her makeup destroyed leaving black tracks on her cheeks. But she never looked more beautiful than at that exact moment.
And suddenly I felt loved. I had someone to take care of and someone who would take care of me. I was no longer a misfit. I thought that I could belong to this world. Except that I didn't even care about the rest of the world when I had her in my arms. Shaking. Wait, why was she shaking?
"Would you like to come in?" I asked, resting my forehead against hers, taking a deep breath and feeling little dizzy.
"Sure." She whispered cupping my face with her hand and looking deep into my eyes with a little smile on her face. Her eyes...piercing blue, they make my legs weak every single time. I reached back to the doorknob letting us in. I took her by hand to my bedroom. I gave her some towels and dry clothes for a change. She looked at navy blue hoodie I've handed her in and smiled knowingly. It was both my and her's favorite from all of the hoodies I have. She gave it to me. I left her alone so she could dry herself up and went to the kitchen to make another one of her favorites - hot chocolate.
Five minutes later, I was sitting on the floor between the coffee table with two steaming mugs on it and couch against which I was resting my back. It was my spot. I'd sit there thinking about stuff for hours pretending that no one can find me. But she did. She came and sat next to me. I gave her one mug and she took a sip from it. When she put it down there was a little bit of brown liquid in the corners of her mouth. I leaned over to kiss her once again and gently brushed her lips with my tongue getting rid of that sweet beverage. She tasted different. Better than one could ever imagine.
"So what does that mean? Are we..are we like dating now or.." I had to ask, not knowing If she had feelings for me or maybe it was just that whole experimentation thing she talked about at the retreat. I had to make sure that we are on the same page, that I won't be the broken-hearted once again. But I didn't manage to finish my sentence because she interrupted me.
"I love you." She said staring into my eyes and I thought that one more stare like this and I will melt like cheese.
"You..you love me?"
"Yes." She answered.
"I love you too"
It was that simple.