I'm sitting in the sofa, watching her watch a movie. I've found myself in this situation so many times the last weeks, watching her do the small things you do every day; make coffee, use the computer, work out… And no matter how often or how closely I watch her, she never ceases to amaze me. Every day I notice something new about her, something I can't believe I haven't seen before. She's so beautiful, I love the way her long blonde hair falls down on her shoulders, and when she looks at me with those golden brown eyes I don't know what to do with myself, I feel like she can see right through me. Every time I see her I get an overwhelming feeling that I can't define or describe. She looks over at me and smiles. God, that smile makes my heart melt, and I realize that I'm smiling back at her. That's the kind of power she has over me; I can't control myself around her, I'm not aware of my actions, because I'm mesmerized. Sometimes I think she's cast some sort of spell over me, because I just can't get her image out of my head, even when she's not physically close to me I can see her face before my eyes, and all I want is to scream out my feelings for her. I want her to know how I feel, and I want her to feel the same way.
"What are you thinking about?"
Her voice is echoing in my head, and it takes me a couple of seconds to understand what she said. I force myself to focus and form an answer. "Why the sky is blue and the grass is green. And why chocolate is so much more delicious than broccoli."
She looks surprised, but laughs. God, that laugh is like music to my ears, and I would do anything to hear it over and over again. What is it that she's doing to me, and how can she have this power over me? She turns her attention to the TV again, and I shake my head, trying to get rid of the images passing before my eyes. Of course I know I won't succeed even before I try, these images have been passing before my eyes for weeks now. I think Adam has already realized how I feel about her; he's been giving me hints about it the last days. Or maybe I'm just reading too much in to his words.
"So what did you think of the movie?"
Her voice brings me back to the present, but I don't understand what she means. When I look around I see that the movie has ended, and she wants my opinion on it. "Um, it was okay." I feel my cheeks turn red, and look away, hoping she won't notice. But as I face her again she's looking straight at me, and there's something in her eyes I haven't seen before. It feels like she can see into me, like she's the one with the psionic powers and not me. "Emma…" she whispers.
My name escapes her lips so easily, and still it seems like it was so hard for her to get it out. I don't recognize the tone in her voice, it's nothing like I've ever heard before, and it gives me goose bumps.
She moves closer to me and put her hand on mine. I can't feel any part of my body, except for the hand she's touching. It's like my body shuts down everything except that part. She moves even closer, and I can now feel her breath on my face, she's only millimeters away from me. I watch her closely, see her lick her lips, and then close her mouth. Slowly she leans towards me, and after what feels like an eternity her lips reaches mine, and our lips meet for the first time. I close my eyes, and it feels like I'm flying, and before I can think I feel her tongue in my mouth. Slowly I meet her tongue, chasing it into her mouth, licking her bottom lip on the way. The kiss is ever so soft; I've never felt anything like it before in my life. Then it suddenly ends, and as soon as our lips have parted I miss her. I want more of her, I want her to touch me all over, and even more, I want to touch her.
She pulls back and looks at me, and I catch her gaze. I can't read her expression, and I can't read her emotions, because I myself am going through so many of them at the moment. All I know is that I want to be with her, and all I wish for is to touch her. I see my own hand on her cheek, unaware of the fact that I have lifted it from the couch. I lean forward to kiss her again, expecting her to pull back, but instead she leans forward to meet my mouth, and we share a passionate kiss. I try to pour all of my emotions into her, through one single kiss. I want her to know how much I want this, and how much I've longed for this. We start to eat hungrily of each other, it's like she's some sort of liquid that I just can't get enough of, and I drink and drink of her. We part again, both of us breathing heavily. She takes my hand and stand up, motioning for me to follow her. And so I do, how could I not?