He held tight to the woodwork of my window as he pulled his left leg into the window, then his right. Then he was in. Eli Goldsworthy was in my room.
He slid the window closed then turned around, "I see you're still wearing my Dead Hand shirt," He said with a smirk. He then ran his eyes from my head to my toes, I looked down, too. I forgot about how his shirt was so long that it covered my PJ shorts. I gave him a playful glare and pulled up the shirt a little, revealing purple flannel shorts; I then let the shirt fall back down to my thighs. Eli chuckled and walked to me, putting his arms around me, like he had done earlier. This time, though, I rested my hands on his biceps. Yet again, I felt as though I was floating.
I placed my cheek on his chest, and he laid his chin on the top of my head. We stood there, gently rocking back and forth. At that very moment, my parents could've walked in and nothing would make me pull away from him. His touch made me feel so free yet so secure.
"Thank you, Eli." I whispered, closing my eyes. I felt him lift his chin off of my head; I'm guessing he wanted a good look at my face.
"What for, blue eyes?" He asked, I could tell he was a little confused.
I smiled, "For today. For everything." I said softly. I opened my eyes to see Eli flashing me a wide smile. He took one of his hands from behind me and grasped my chin, pulling my face towards his. He kissed me oh so delicately yet with force.
His kisses were so icy hot. The first few seconds of our lips meeting, there's such a shockingly refreshing feeling. But then as he gets into it, his lips immediately warm up, causing heat to run through to my veins.
His fingers still lightly holding onto my chin, he pulled us away, yet close enough that our noses were touching. "You're welcome. I'd do anything for you, Clare." He spoke softly while I just stared into his eyes. Looking into Eli's eyes, it was like he was smiling with them. I don't know who was happier, me or him.
"Hey," He said, there was a tone of musicality in his voice, "Why don't we move this to your bed?" He asked. I moved my head away from his by a couple inches.
"Eli. I thought you knew I wasn't like that. I…"
He cut me off, "Clare, I know your beliefs. I was thinking we could just talk. Be close. I would never make you do something you weren't ready for."
I felt embarrassed for jumping to conclusions, my cheeks were blushing, "I'm sorry Eli, I didn't mean to-I know that you'd never force me into anything. Sorry." I said in a defeated voice, looking down at the floor.
He pulled my head back up with thumb under my chin, "It's okay! I probably could've worded that a little better," He said, squinting his eyes a little. I smiled at his easygoing attitude.
Eli then took my hand and led me over to my bed then let go and got onto my bed, using my headboard to support him. I just stood there, right beside my bed. He then tapped on the space next to him for me to join him.
"Okay, I will…But," I looked at my iPod Dock, it was 12:37, "But you have to go by 2. I've gotta get up early tomorrow for church, and I'll probably have to go to confession for having you up here…" I said.
He found this hysterical; I joined in with his contagious laughter, "Deal!" He replied.
I crawled onto my bed; His right arm was open, waiting for me. He was lying on his back, but I wanted to be able to look at his face so I laid on my side, turned towards him. He wrapped his arm around me, resting it on my hip. I placed my right hand lightly on his chest, occasionally moving it to and fro. My bare legs were intertwined with his which were just slightly bent. We were two pieces from two completely different puzzles that just happen to fit together perfectly.