At Last
The rain had stopped earlier in the day and the puddles on the streets were creating a fog. The perfect environment for a date, thought Erin. The fog created an air of mystery that both she and Jack still held towards one another. And she was dying to break down the barrier.
The pale moonlight created a glow on Erin's skin that gave her an ethereal glow on her skin. Jack thought that she looked like a goddess.
"She's everything I want," he thought.
As they walked in no certain direction, Erin looked up at Jack. He was looking directly at her with those hazel eyes.
"He's so perfect," she thought. She felt Jack taking her hand and she looked down at it. His rough, docker's hands felt odd against her smooth waitress ones. And yet, at the same time, it was like they were made to fit each other.
"Jack," she whispered. He turned to her and stopped walking. She leaned towards him and felt his hands grace her cheek.
"I don't deserve you," he said. She shook her head no and pressed his hand onto her cheek.
"Yes, yes you do," she whispered. She looked up at him and she felt as though she was going to cry. What was going on? What was he trying to tell her?
"Jack," she started. She never had a chance to finish. Jack leaned forwards and pressed his lips against her. She felt sparks ignite. The night had become brighter and it took her a minute to respond and kiss him back.
"I don't deserve her," he thought. "She's too good for me."
"I don't deserve you," he said. He knew she would retaliate, but he had to say it. It was too true to hide.
She looked up at him and he thought she was going to cry. She slowly shook her head "no" and pressed his hand to her cheek.
"Yes, yes you do," she whispered. This was too much for him. She was too much for him. If he didn't do something, he knew he could never go back.
He heard her whisper her name, but he couldn't hear. He couldn't focus. He just saw her.
He couldn't stop himself. He leaned forwards and kissed her. It was light, but not too light. He felt the shock on her. In only a minute, she began kissing him back.
He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer. He kissed her more and more. He needed her. He wanted her. He wasn't going to share. And this wasn't going to go away.
When they broke off, he leaned his forehead onto hers. She looked up and smiled. His eyes were closed and he looked as if he was dreaming. She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly kissed his cheek.