Ichigo tensed as Ryou's lips pressed against her own. It was only for a second but it was enough for Ryou's feelings for the girl to be conveyed.
Pulling back he looked at her. Her body was tense. Her eyes were hard to read. "I'm sorry," he whispered, averting his eyes. It was a stupid move. He knew he shouldn't have kissed her.
Ichigo sat quietly. Since when? Since when had Ryou felt anything besides friendship towards her. She'd had feelings for Ryou once upon a time but compressed them because of Masaya. Could she uncover those feelings again, now that Masaya was gone? "Ryou?" She asked.
He looked up from the empty cup in front of him to look at the girl, the beautiful girl beside him. The one he'd fallen in love with ever since the beginning. "Yeah?""Do you really love me?"
"Of course I do, Ichigo. I love the way you walk, the way your face lights up when you smile. I love everything about you," Ryou explained. "If Masaya cheated on you it's his loss, not yours. He lost a wonderful girl."
"You think so?" Ichigo asked him, a smile forming. She lost the ability to speak as she stared into his swimming pool blue eyes, just inches away from her own much plainer brown ones. Finding her voice she whispered, "kiss me."
Ryou gladly obliged. He kissed her gently, only a little butterfly kiss. But slowly the kiss deepened. Ichigo felt electrified, as if she'd been struck by lightning . . . Only better. You can't wrap your arms around lightning or feel lightning's heart skip a beat beneath yours can you? You can't taste the tea he'd had to drink, or smell the nice clean scent of his shirt. Unlike lightning she could do all of this with Ryou. And she did.
The two individuals pressed themselves as close to each other as possible. Finally pulling away to breathe they stared at each other, his forehead resting against her own. "Now why haven't we done that before?" Ryou asked, breathless.
"I had a boyfriend," Ichigo reminded him, amazed that she possessed the capability to speak.
"Oh yeah," he said, holding on to the girl. Lifting his head he noticed something. "You're shivering." He rubbed his hands along her arms, in hopes of warming her up.
"What do you expect. My clothes are wet. I just stood outside in that miserable weather without a proper jacket." Ichigo sighed pushing herself against the boy in front of her.
"Come upstairs. You can borrow something of mine."