Disclaimer…characters belong to Rachel Vincent.
Please review…anything welcome. thank you to everyone following the story and stuff like that.
Kaylee's pov
I knew it was the right thing to do when I done it. I could not conceal my emotions without closing my eyes, but I could not read his without opening them. I was terrified by what might happen, wondering if he might blink out and leave me forever, even if I knew he never would.
Instead he just stood there, in what I hoped was happy shock.
His eyes swirled, like nothing I'd ever seen before. Not even Nash's eyes ever swirled like this before, like some sort or liquid magic potion or something. And I was dying to have a taste of it.
The last truth from truth or dare, had made me realise why I liked having Tod around, why I liked it when he played white night, why I enjoyed the chaotic craziness that surrounded us when we were together. Why he enjoyed all those things. It was not because we were friends, or because he was looking for a life within death…it was cause we needed each other. We needed the acceptance, I accepted him as a reaper, a flirt and everything else and he accepted my complete newbie roots, social awkwardness and everything else.
We needed the crazy, I was used to the craziness of life and was slowly beginning to realise I could not function without it, whereas everyone else wanted to run from it, Tod revelled in it.
He was used to the craziness and loneliness of death, and was used to being invisible, and I was there to make the crazy more normal and to see him.
When I was being lied to, he came with truth. even if it was not good.
When he was mistrusted by people, I went to him with trust.
We went to each other not because we had nobody else, but because we did not want anybody besides each other.
He was reading all that in my eyes, and I was slowly reading the same in his.
Then somehow without even realising, without breaking eye contact, we fell into each other. Like a black hole, we both got pulled in by each other, had no idea where we were falling to, but we did not care. So long as we had each other to hold onto.
When we pulled away, his lips were adorably bruised, and his eyes still were not open. One of his hands was on my waist, the other had found its way to my hand and had intertwined with mine. We had somehow ended up on our knees on the floor.
I did the only thing I really wanted, I leaned in and slowly kissed him. Before pulling away "do you want to open your eyes?" I whispered. He nodded slowly, a small bop of his head before his eyes fluttered open. He did not say it but his eyes screamed it. And I knew it was true.
He wrapped his arms round me and held me, "how long were you waiting?", I murmured against his chest. Looking down he smiled "forever" he whispered sweetly.. My heart did a weird flip flop thing that left me breathless and dizzy.
"so what now?", I asked nervous, I assumed we were gonna be together. But I still felt the need to ask. "simple" he smiled "now we stand up" he said pulling me to my feet. He then turned away and switched on the cd player, which conveniently had my dads top 100 most romantic songs in it (yeah , who knew he was a romantic). Dimmed the lights ever so slightly, Came back "…and I ask you to dance" he said gallantly bowing and offering his hand. I took it and he pulled me in close, yet somehow it still did not feel close enough. One hand was holding mine aloft, his other on the small of my back making small circular motions, my other hand on his shoulder. Head resting against his shoulder, whilst his head rested on top of mine.
And we spent the rest of the evening slowly dancing in my living room. (who knew Tod Hudson, common flirt and dead guy, was a hopeless romantic?).
He proved it to me that night, then a thousand times over on other nights.