A Secret Kiss
Chapter 1: Caught
I cast my eyes down to meet the gaze of the man who sat upon the white lace of the bed. Something wasn't right. Is this really what I wanted? The curtain danced playfully on the window. The candles burned brightly, illuminating the red rose that lay in the man's rough hands. I knew he was getting impatient. Like a lion waiting to strike. I had set up the night so perfectly, I had been so sure. But now in the heat of the moment I stood frozen stuck in time, unsure of what to do.
"What's wrong with you? Cat got your tongue?" The man asked teasingly letting out a mild laugh. "Come on, plonk your ass next to me and tell me what you're thinking about."
But still I stood as still as a statue. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Is this what I really wanted? He grabbed my hand, feeling its smoothness and pulled me so I was on his lap. I turned to look at him. Why was he being so concerned? It didn't seem like his nature at all. I stared into his dark eyes, his fingers slowly and gently tracing my cheek bone, his fingers kept running along the side of my face and down my neck. I let out a sigh, deep and meaningful.
My body was aching with the need to be close to him, but for some strange reason I couldn't bring myself to do it.
This had been what I had dreamed for countless nights… and now when fantasy became reality, I suddenly didn't want to play my part. I looked back into those dark eyes, I felt myself fading, he leaned closer and I could feel his heart beat against my chest. I tucked my blonde hair behind my ear and he whispered, "I have been longing for this moment."
I nodded. "So have I." I had been imagining this moment for too long. His lips brushed mine. It was happening so fast, like a rush of warm air. We started kissing; I knew soon we would get to the place of no return. Did I want this...? The answer, yes. We were on the bed; I lazily undid his dark blue shirt to reveal his tanned chest. He smiled at me; he looked so lovable, there was no other word for it. He started kissing my neck.
"What the?" a voice called. At first I was puzzled. Then I slowly turned around to see Zell standing there a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. "Oh sweet mother of pearl…I don't even want to know!"
Squall gently moved away from my grasp around his neck.
"Zell…I can explain." He said looking at the floor. I knew my face was red; I could feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks.
"I only wanted toothpaste, not a show." Zell said taking the toothbrush from his mouth and standing against the door frame looking rather smug. "Well, are you going to explain? Oh, let me guess… she fell over and you accidentally fell on top of her?" Zell seemed rather proud of the fact that Squall wasn't perfect and had been well… naughty.
"Zell please, let me explain." Squall said buttoning up his shirt.
"I'm all ears, Squall." Zell said; he motioned for him to start.
Squall took a quick glance over his shoulder at me. I pulled the lavender silk sheet around me; it had suddenly turned cold.
"I-I…didn't mean for this to get out of hand. I didn't mean any of this to happen."
I felt like someone had put a knife straight through my heart, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I would not cry. Zell looked at me; his look was one of pity.
"What about Rinoa?" Zell asked, though I could hardly make it out from where I sat. Then it finally sunk in. I had just made out with my best friend's husband. I couldn't stand it anymore; I got up and ran out the room, tears streaming down my face.
I was a great friend, wasn't I?