Shiver

Every time you're close I shiver. I've gotten used to it over the years. Adjusted to the feeling of absolute unease with the way you see right through me.

It happened the first time you touched my arm, the goosebumps that followed in your path were hard to ignore. It was just a simple touch, you passed me a sheet of music and it was that moment I couldn't deny how I felt any longer.

We slowly became friends after that, it wasn't easy. You couldn't trust me as far as you could throw me and I couldn't blame you. I didn't deserve your trust, but I was more then ready to earn it. Eventually I did and we were friends. There was no stopping how I felt about you, there was no stopping the shivers.

We surprised just about everyone in the school with our new found friendship, but I didn't care one bit and neither did you. You told me so yourself. Told me you were happy with how things were between us now.

I can't say I minded how affectionate you were or are rather. I will say that I deserve a gold medal for restraining myself though. There were so many times I wanted to just pull you in and let my lips kiss you in all the ways my voice couldn't tell you I cared.

I think you knew though, now you tell me you did. Now you tell me through kisses and hugs that you knew this is where we'd end up.

It took me 6 long months before I even mustered up the courage to hold your hand. I was so nervous that you'd pull away. You didn't though, you interlocked our hands and acted as if it was the most natural feeling in the world. I almost stopped breathing. We fit so perfectly together. The shivers continues more persistently after that.

We found every reason to hold hands or touch innocently after that. I say we because I wasn't the only one trying for that contact anymore. You wanted it too, and I didn't mind in the least.

We were at your place the night I kissed you. It was a Friday just like any other but you smelled particularly good that night and you were humming under your breath to a song on my i pod. I couldn't help myself from leaning over and closing the space between the two of us. It wasn't thought out, it wasn't planned; I just couldn't stop myself from doing it. When our lips met I could feel the smile on yours. I could taste the very distinct taste that I know now as only yours.

The first thing you said after that was "it's about time I was ready to maul you". I laughed at that and you leaned in to kiss me. Nothing else was said as we fell asleep that night with arms and legs entwined.

You were mine and I was yours and everyone knew. Sure we fought and we argued how could we not, but I never worried because you still made me shiver, you made my breath catch every time I saw you. You still do to this day.

I can't help but think about all these memories as I watch you. You aren't doing anything special your making dinner as I sit at the breakfast bar and watch. You're talking about some musical and I'm too lost in thought to pay attention. God, I love you. You know that though. I make sure to tell you more times than I can count. You do too, and I never want to be able to count to that number.

"Quin?" you break me out of my thoughts when you grab my arm and look at me like I'm crazy. I can't help but smile at you.

"Sorry, lost my head for a sec" and I did. I often do when I remember how we got here. How I got to keep you, how I got so damn lucky.

You giggle as you come around and stand in front of the stool I'm sitting on. I instantly put my arms around you, and you look me in the eyes with a smile planted on your face. "I'm glad you're mine, lost head and all"

I lean in and kiss you as I place my hands on your hips. "Me too Rach, me too.".

I can't help but notice the goosebumps that have appeared on your arms. I guess you shiver just as much as I do.