Eye Contact
The first time he laid his stormy blue eyes one her, he felt like his heart would burst from his chest and his legs would give up on him. He felt this sudden rush of heat from his toes all the way to his head. He was only cold just a second ago, before he laid his eyes on her. His neck hair stood on end and his skin, although now warm, began to form goosebumps.
She's beautiful.
That's all that ran through his head. Over and over and over again. It was like a broken record. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her and the way she walked down the white, snow covered pavement. She was small, in both height and body wise, but her face was nothing ordinary. It was crafted by God himself. She had long, blue, silky hair that reached her mid-back, flickering in the sunlight. Her eyes were a soft caramel color that screamed innocence. Her face, though baby like, was full of confidence and elegance. Her skin was creamy and looked as soft as skin could possibly get. She walked down the sidewalk in the busy city like she lived there all her life- and she probably has. She dressed in a simple yet stylish blue and yellow dress, with a simple white scarf.
But then, their eyes met, and Gray, the man who had been admiring the young lady, felt his heart finally burst through his chest.
The young women looked straight at him. Looking past his rugged looks and past the pain in his dark, blue eyes. All she saw was an image created by the finest artist in the whole wide world. His face was strict, and she admired that feature, along with sharp cheekbones that could cut. His eyes grew wide before her very eyes and she could sense the rush of excitement and fear forming off of him. She slowed her pace and so did he. How old was he, 20? 18? No less than 18, that was for sure. And certainly not older than 25.
But, although it felt like years that they walked passed each other, they finally passed each other's delighted and warm bodies. They were no longer feeling each other's presence, and Wendy, the young woman, no longer could smell the minty aroma seeping off him. She turned back, wondering if he did too.
Gray felt his heart shatter to pieces when he had passed her, his neck aching to turn just so his eyes could lay on her angelic face one more time. His eyes yearned to look at her beauty and his fingers twitched and ached to feel the softness of her pale, creamy skin. He turned, looking back at her just like she had done.
And their eyes met. A collision of brown and blue. A burst of hearts and an aroma of sweet, juicy chewy candy filled the air. Was this love?