The music is loud in my ears, yet there is stillness. People everywhere, but I stop looking around as I see those brown eyes staring straight at me as if to see my soul. Does he know what he does to me, just with that look in his eyes? I finally acknowledge the yearning feeling in me for his rough yet soft touch. I see him looking across the room at me and I can't breathe, how can I bare his touches if I can't even take is looks?
He's making his way over to me, and I am suddenly glued to the floor as if I thought of leaving, yeah right. He is getting closer and I lean back against the wall to stay standing. What is he trying to do to me?
I'm trying not to give into him as he is leaning in closer to my ear. He's humming and I can't help but whimper at the low, deep vibration, of his voice. He has never been this close to me I squirm trying to put some distance between us. He is refusing to let me leave. Molding his body to mine, I can feel his heart beat; I am feeling myself move into him. What am I doing? He's my best friend, but god I am in love with him and if this is anything to go by he may just fancy me too. My thoughts stop as his breathe is on my lips; these feelings he is arising are making my head spin. His hand is moving from the wall to my bare neck and to my waist, pulling me as close to him as I could possibly be. He is whispering in my ear, "I've been wanting to do this for so long." He says before pulling my head to his and kissing me. At first I am stiff, not knowing if this is real, but soon I give in and relax, kissing him back.
"Me too.", Leaves my lips without thought. He smiles at my slip of the tongue and lays his forehead on mine. I notice his eyes, they are closed. He's smiling while is dark brown hair lays over his eyes making him look mysterious. His glasses, thick black frames make him look older and even more mysterious. I realize then that he is everything I have ever wanted. "I love you." I let it slip and I regret it instantly, for he is tense and his head snaps up to look at me. For a few minutes he is just looking at me; I turn to leave but his arm pulls me back to face him.
"I love you too." His voice so low and quiet, but I couldn't mishear that. He loves me too. I am smiling so wide you would think it hurts, but I'm just so happy I couldn't care any less. I am kissing him and for once I'm glad I came to this party.