I love you. The words themselves seem like nothing but they hit me with a force enough to knock me over. I cock an eye brow and laugh as she helps me up. She must be kidding, must have meant she loves me as a friend, a sister. Never would her feelings match my own. My secret hidden devotion. My longing to be more then just her friend. The days I have spend dreaming of her hair, her smile, her scent. The moments I have logged in my memory of times she stood a little closer or brushed her hand against me. Her smile fades now as I look deep into the crystal blue of her eyes. My knees buckle and I fear I'll fall again before I have a chance to gain a little composure. She turns away walking almost to fast. Her eyes look sad and defeated. I move quickly to catch her, swinging her around my eyes meeting her gaze one I so need to avoid.
Her lips part in shock and I wonder what she'd do if I kissed her. Would she run, pushing me away shocked an appalled by my lack of reserve. Her eyes flutter and close and she leans to me, her body begging to answer my question. I lick my lips and slowly place them against hers. She tastes of sweet berries and my insides turn to mush. I gather her closer to me, pulling her body almost to hard unable to get enough. This kiss is better then I had imagined it would be, dreamt it could be. She moans against my lips as her part to deepen this embrace. I allow it, slipping my tongue into the temptation of her mouth, teasing and taunting. I growl inside wanting to ravish her. I am the first to break our kiss, still unable to believe it happened, waiting almost sardonically to wake up. She takes my hand and gently pulls me along with her a smile glued to the corners of her sweet mouth.
It's about time. she says to me hidden in a laugh. I take stride next to her, my hand tangled into hers, our bodies close. Finally I am home.