Lucy twirled the spaghetti around her fork, biting her lower lip as she
scraped the edge of the cutlery against the crusted sauce, which caked the
bottom of the plate. Her fork absently carved a crude outline of a heart.
Lucy sighed, and took a bite of the pasta. She knew that she was still
deeply in love with Kevin, and no one could convince her otherwise. His
deep hazel eyes, which sparkled when he laughed, his dimpled smile, his
smooth lips, his velvety hair. They way he held her close, so possessively,
so caring. The way his warm breath felt against the nape of her neck as he
whispered her secrets. They way it felt for his fingers to stroke her hair,
the way it felt for his lips to caress hers, searching, finding, knowing.
They way his eyes melted when they looked into hers, the way his nose crinkled when he became serious, the way he gently touched the small of her back when they were slow dancing. That was love. She was drowning in him, not even attempting to swim away. His waves would douse her sun-bathed skin, as she lazily floated on the swells of water, taking for granted what she defined as her life.
But that didn't change the way she felt when Robbie's lips brushed against hers, when his hands clasped her waist, when he nipped at her lower lip, when his fingers tangled in her sun-kissed tresses. Her heart rate sped up, like a Nascar driver as he zooms down the racetrack. Her finger shook, and her knees buckled, and she felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of nothingness. The way his dark, mysterious eyes looked into hers, so deep, so loving. The way she felt captive to his gaze, the way she wanted to run into his arms and feel him cradling her.
Lucy shook her head, clearing her head from any sinful thoughts that might have crept into her heart. She was going to be a minister. She loved her husband, no matter that he was boxed up in a polished coffin, like some sort of packaged good. No matter that the man who she had called 'best friend' for so long was capturing her heart. No matter that she felt that she was falling, for the one person she couldn't fall for. Lucy curled her fingers around her fork, and numbly crossed out the heart scrawled on the tomato sauce, and sighed as she watched her sister flirt with the one man she felt she could never live without.
Mary giggled, smoothing out her silken tresses as she took a sip of diet cola. "So, Robbie, do you want go out for a movie or something later tonight? We could double date with Lucy if she's up to it," Mary suggested, clearing her dishes from the dining table. Robbie turned his gaze to the reserved blonde seated across from him. She was tracing the edge of her fork against her half-empty plate, eyes sparkling with tears, blue as a mountain stream, red lips pruned together, perfectly shaped eyebrows knit tightly together. "Um, I don't now if I am, Mary... everything's going by so fast, and I don't think I'm ready for a relationship right now," she faltered at the pleading look her sister was giving her. "Please?" she pouted, curling down her lower lip and batting her mascara-coated eyelashes.
"Who's going to be my date, though?" Lucy felt herself weakening, and couldn't bring herself to look into Robbie's eyes. If she pushed him away, her sister would be happy, Robbie would soon realize that he still has feelings for Mary, and everyone would live happily ever after. Except for her.
"I'm sure we can work something out," Mary squealed, pastel blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. "It'll be so great, Luce. You can meet some new guys, and heaven knows you haven't been having your fair share of smoochies. Tonight will change all that," Mary assured her, pulling her hair back into a hasty ponytail. Lucy smiled half-heartedly, and continued to swirl her spaghetti around, dreaming of handsome police men, rebellious bad boys, and the feeling that for some reason, tonight would be a little awkward.
They way his eyes melted when they looked into hers, the way his nose crinkled when he became serious, the way he gently touched the small of her back when they were slow dancing. That was love. She was drowning in him, not even attempting to swim away. His waves would douse her sun-bathed skin, as she lazily floated on the swells of water, taking for granted what she defined as her life.
But that didn't change the way she felt when Robbie's lips brushed against hers, when his hands clasped her waist, when he nipped at her lower lip, when his fingers tangled in her sun-kissed tresses. Her heart rate sped up, like a Nascar driver as he zooms down the racetrack. Her finger shook, and her knees buckled, and she felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of nothingness. The way his dark, mysterious eyes looked into hers, so deep, so loving. The way she felt captive to his gaze, the way she wanted to run into his arms and feel him cradling her.
Lucy shook her head, clearing her head from any sinful thoughts that might have crept into her heart. She was going to be a minister. She loved her husband, no matter that he was boxed up in a polished coffin, like some sort of packaged good. No matter that the man who she had called 'best friend' for so long was capturing her heart. No matter that she felt that she was falling, for the one person she couldn't fall for. Lucy curled her fingers around her fork, and numbly crossed out the heart scrawled on the tomato sauce, and sighed as she watched her sister flirt with the one man she felt she could never live without.
Mary giggled, smoothing out her silken tresses as she took a sip of diet cola. "So, Robbie, do you want go out for a movie or something later tonight? We could double date with Lucy if she's up to it," Mary suggested, clearing her dishes from the dining table. Robbie turned his gaze to the reserved blonde seated across from him. She was tracing the edge of her fork against her half-empty plate, eyes sparkling with tears, blue as a mountain stream, red lips pruned together, perfectly shaped eyebrows knit tightly together. "Um, I don't now if I am, Mary... everything's going by so fast, and I don't think I'm ready for a relationship right now," she faltered at the pleading look her sister was giving her. "Please?" she pouted, curling down her lower lip and batting her mascara-coated eyelashes.
"Who's going to be my date, though?" Lucy felt herself weakening, and couldn't bring herself to look into Robbie's eyes. If she pushed him away, her sister would be happy, Robbie would soon realize that he still has feelings for Mary, and everyone would live happily ever after. Except for her.
"I'm sure we can work something out," Mary squealed, pastel blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. "It'll be so great, Luce. You can meet some new guys, and heaven knows you haven't been having your fair share of smoochies. Tonight will change all that," Mary assured her, pulling her hair back into a hasty ponytail. Lucy smiled half-heartedly, and continued to swirl her spaghetti around, dreaming of handsome police men, rebellious bad boys, and the feeling that for some reason, tonight would be a little awkward.