Sunset

He gently stroked her cheek, as if she were to break under his touch. Her light olive skin glowed as the sun began to sink. Trailing down her face passed her jawline caressing her chin he tilted her head ever so gently leaned close to her dark cherry lips and softly as a feather, he brushed his full lips against hers. His hand cupped her jaw and cheek. Pressing his lips to her forehead he pulled her into an embrace. The young lady gasped at the sudden act. Slowly she wrapped her tiny delicate arms around his strong toned chest, buried her face in him taking in his warmth and husky scent.

"I love you." He whispered into the hallows of her ear. She froze and her body stiffened. "No." She said barely even a whisper. Her intense brown eyes looked into his red garnet ones. Body trembling she took a step back. He only watched her with a saddened face like he just got his heart torn out.

"Why not? You may not see worth in yourself, but I've seen the real you. The one you keep away from everyone else. And you make me happy. You know I'd never hurt you darling." He stated as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Those three words are cursed. They're used too much. Everyone has made their meaning empty. Then only say those words to get close to you and then they hurt you, leave you feeling abandoned, alone, scared like a lost child. Then they wait for the wounds to heal and they do it all over again. I won't let that happen again." She told the man in front of her. He looked at her with loving eyes of garnet, his skin the color of light bronze. Gently he pulled her closer to his chest once more.

"You're beautiful. Inside and out. Yes it's quite cheesy of a man of my stature, but it's the truth." His voice was calm, but firm with a hint of kindness. 'He can't possibly love me... and why is he staring at me like that? My goodness he smells like fresh velvet with a small pinch of scarlet rose.' she thought as the words soaked into her memory banks. Slowly she wrapped her arms around his waist, tears flowing freely down her face; she looked up at the man. His silver blonde hair looked fiery orange as the sun sunk behind the land. The two leaned closer towards each other gradually getting closer, lips about to touch, her body out of instinct arched inward. Groaning to what sounded more like a growl; he tightened his grip on her making her still and gasp at his behavior.

"Now where were we before your body interrupted?" he asked playfully nipping the edge of her mouth" I do believe you were going to kiss me or am I being misled?" she breathed out struggling for air. Her heart pounding against her chest as he hummed and leaned down closer closing his eyes ever so painfully slowly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm clock screamed as a young girl flew off her bed. 'Damn alarm. I can't even have a romantic dream and my first kiss with a hot guy in my dreams. Am I that miserable?' She thought.

As she pulled her body off the floor the young girl looked around her room. "Maybe I should take a shower...hot or cold?" She asked herself and looked down between her legs. "Hot first then freezing cold." She decided. Getting ready for her shower, she grabbed her iPod off the IPod Dock charger, grabbed her grey and purple towel, her black and red bathrobe, and some underwear with her favorite bra. 'Now I'm ready to take a shower. Should I straighten my hair or not?' She pondered for a minute. "I'll just pick my clothes out then decide." Grinning she started the shower. Steam filled the room slowly. Placing her IPod in the windowsill careful not to get it wet, she pressed play and music began to play loudly bouncing off the bathroom walls. Steaming hot water washed over her skin as she entered the shower.

"This is simply heaven. Hot beats cold any day of the week" She said aloud her voice echoing off the walls as she sighed and bent backwards letting the warm water wash through her hair and down her body. Her dark hair flowed down to her waist. Taking the shampoo she washed her hair and massaged her skull. Letting out a sigh and leaned her head to the water again rinsing her soapy head. The water carried the soap down her back and flowed to the drain.