FANG

I walk out to the living room and you follow close behind. You ask me to read the tittle of the movies on my hands and I read them slowly to you. Just before I finish, you choose a movie. With one of your fingers you point at the want you wanted, "This one, the third movie." I take the CD on my hand and put it on the DVD player.

I sit on the couch and take your arm to guide you next to me. We sit closely next to each other, our legs leaning against each other. I look over to you, you're smiling. I smile back and click play on the remote control.

"Is there anything happening?" Your face is turned to the TV.

"Not much, it's the titles and there's only pictures of what I'm guessing are the main characters."

"Oh."

Time goes b slowly and I find myself staring at you instead of watching the movie. You are tranquil, clearly listening to the movie and paying attention to what is happening.

"Fang, what's going on?"

"What?" I get nervous and turn to the ground.

"The movie, tell me, I can hear the suspense music, you know."

"Oh, yeah, right." I shake my head, for a second I had forgotten that you were blind. I tell you what I see on the screen and then you smile again. One of the secondary characters in the movie dies and you turn to me. Your eyes, blue and beautiful, I feel them staring into me, even though it's not possible, you are able to read me. "Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"Uhh, can I tell you something?"

"Sure." I grab my own hands and massage my knuckles.

"Do you think I'm good looking?"

I caress my fingers faster now, my heart beat accelerates, "Uh, what?"

"Yeah, do you think people consider me, you know, cute."

I blink uncontrollably, trying not to stare at you, somehow feeling that you are able to see me. Of course you are cute, you are beautiful! Just look at you, and you're nice. And, God! How much do I want to tell you everything that you are, perfection through my eyes. "Yeah, I… I guess so."

You sigh, but you don't turn around.

I decide this is a good time to ask you, so I go for it. "Who do you like?"

"Wait what?"

"Yeah, how do you know if you like someone if you can't… if you can't see."

You turn away but then your concentration comes back at me, "I don't know, I guess their personality. I can hear what they say and pay attention to his… I mean… to their…." You blush and you look away again.

I can feel myself blushing too. "Wait, so you like a guy?" I try my best to hide my excitement.

You hesitate for a while, "Well, uhm… no…"

"But you just said…"

There's silence between us, but the movie keeps on playing. More suspense music comes up.

"You pay attention to his what?"

I can feel you getting warm but you don't pull your leg away from mine.

"To his voice and what… what he says." This time you don't smile.

"So you're gay?" I wonder for a while about what to say and if I should continue, if it's the right moment to tell you or if I should tell you at all.

"What?"

"Because… I am."

Again there's silence, but now I can see a dim smile on your face.

"I guess I am then." You give it up, your smile, and you giggle.

I slightly push my leg against yours and it makes you turn towards me.

"So, who do you like?"

"You tell me first." You are still holding on to your smile.

"Uh, I can't tell you." Suddenly I'm thankful that you aren't able to see my cheeks turn pink.

"Why not?"

"If you tell me, then I'll tell you."

"I'll give you a hint." I think about it and agree.

"Alright."

"But then you'll tell me, Fang."

I hesitate on my head, but build up the courage, what else is there to do. "Fine."

"He…" You stop for a second and then sigh, "He smells like leather."

I think about your answer for a while as you continue to heat up, looking away, your smile lingering on your lips.

I look down to your trembling leg and my nose catches a sent. I move my left arm slightly, to fix my hair, and remember. My leather jacket. I smile hard and laugh at myself.

"What?" You turn to me, concerned.

"Nothing."

"Well, now you."

I turn to you and lean over, planting a kiss on your soft lips. They are everything I ever imagined and more. The lips of an angel.

I pull way to see you smiling once again, your eyes lost in space. "You." I whisper.

We chuckle together for a moment, our faces less than an inch away from each other. This time, it's you who kisses me, this time the kiss is long and full of longing.