At Grace's third visit of the second week, she walked in on Kevin busily typing away at his laptop. Kevin glanced up briefly and greeted Grace. Usually he would stop everything he was doing to see her, but today he was especially busy. So instead Grace walked in and sat on the chair next to the desk
She peaked over his shoulder, and noticed that he was writing what looked like a story or report. She guessed it must be for his newspaper.
"What are writing about?" she asked.
"Oh, a piece on some dog who was born with and extra leg out in the country somewhere. As you can see, I do all the really important stories," he added rolling his eyes before returning to his work.
Grace gave a laugh and looked down at what he had typed. She quickly skimmed through it. She wasn't an expert on these sorts of things, but she could tell it was good.
Kevin blushed when she told him so.
"Well, I try," he said shyly.
"No, I mean, it's really, really good," Grace insisted.
Kevin gave a smile and then continued typing.
"Kevin, you shouldn't be writing these stupid meaningless stories. You could be out writing stories that are about something." said Grace extremely passionately and serious.
"You really think?" he asked as he turned to look Grace in the eye.
"Yeah," she said softly, pulling herself closer to Kevin, before deciding she should add more, "Has Joan told you I write poetry? Well, that helps me appreciate other writing styles. So believe me, you have a true talent, Kevin Girardi," said Grace very softly.
"Wow," exclaimed Kevin simply, but knew he wasn't talking about her comment, he was talking about Grace.
Although her looks were boyish, and her features weren't perfect, Kevin had never seen a more beautiful girl; the way her hair flowed out behind her ears, and how her eyes were the only real way to know exactly how she was feeling.
Grace's breath was soft and minimal. She gazed at Kevin. His lips were plump and pink. His strong chin was freshly shaven, and he smelt slightly aftershave. She took a deep breath and looked deeply into his coal eyes.
"I love you," murmured Kevin.
Grace and Kevin both got closer. They could feel each others breath pouring down onto their faces. They stayed like that for what seemed an eternity. Grace made the first move. She placed her lips on his, and she kissed him. But he did something Grace had not expected; he kissed back.
They kissed passionately for ages. Kevin ran his hands through her soft hair, and Grace cupped her hand around his cheek. When they finally parted, they stared at each other, as if in a trance. Finally Grace said disappointedly, "I have to go," She picked up her bag, and with one final glance over her shoulder, she walked down the stairs. Kevin watched lovingly as she glided across the hallway.
What he had just experienced wasn't just lust, it was love. He was in love with Grace. He knew because she made him go weak, and every moment he longed just to see her. Because they had to secretly see each other, they were never sure when they would next cross paths. However one thing was for certain; he was going to sleep well tonight...