Choose Your Own Romance
(pg. 29)
I swallowed and my cheeks became flush. I couldn't look away from his chocolate eyes. The golden light of the sun danced, shimmering, in his brown strands, and I felt like I could barely breathe.
"I... I do not think you are ugly," I answered, "In... in fact I find you... I find you quite, um... dashing!" My mind was having a seizure. What was I saying? What had gotten into me? Dashing? He was dashing, of course, but how terribly improper to tell him so-
Suddenly, I found his narrow chest closer than before, and, mind still swirling, I stared stupidly up into his eyes, and quite lost myself. I grasped his well-built forearm and pulled him gently down and forward. He very tall, so I pulled him down quite a ways before I pressed my mouth to his.
Alarmingly, my mouth was still open, agape from my staring up at his face like some giant fish, and my mouth responded to his lips as if kissing were not at all an alien territory for them. To my utter shock, my tongue seemed to know what it was doing when it relaxed itself and licked at Rakes closed lips.
He immediately opened his mouth, too, and I found myself tasting something sweet and rough with my tongue tip. I felt his long fingers unwind from mine, and he rested his hands on my hips. I panicked. I was supposed to do something with my hands? I had not thought this far... what to do?
Hesitantly, as my tongue and his made friends, I placed my hands on his abdomen, regretfully not knowing what else to do with them, and I immediately felt his stomach flex. My eyes flew open at the sudden movement, then fluttered shut again as he licked the roof of my mouth. Was kissing always this good?
I felt my lungs begging for air, and thought about inhaling with my nose, but thought that might be an odd thing to do during a kiss. When I imagined kissing, I hadn't thought about the breathing part being a problem...
Luckily, the gardener broke the kiss to take a breath, and I stared up at him like a mouse being cornered by a tomcat, seeing him in a whole different light. His shoulders were rounded, his chest heaved with his each breath, and my fingers sensed the contours of a hardened pack of abs rippling beneath his shirt.
He was... very un-ugly.
"R...Rake...?" I whispered, and I felt his crushing arms encircle me in a firm hug. I returned the squeeze as tightly as I could, and my mind still swirled.
"I... I have liked you for a long time, you know," He said, and I could hear tears forming in his throat once again, "I have... I have wanted to tell you..."
I kissed his shoulder, and I felt teardrops in my hair. Such a tender heart. A strong heart. The heart of a real man.
We stayed for a long time like that, just holding on to eachother, and parted with a sweet, chaste kiss. A final squeeze of our hands promised many more kisses were soon to come.
The End!
A/N:This was not as amazing on paper as in my head. I promise.
Also, this was my first detailed kiss! :0 Yay me! I've never kissed anyone. Just read about it... I plan on saving my kisses for my wedding day! :D But yeah. Let me know how it was. Did you feel like you were part of the story? Choose Your Own Adventures are a difficult breed. Let me know how you felt!
Love,
Stor-E-Phool
