Hello! I made an A on one of my test! Think I flunked the other one, and I am taking my next one tomorrow so…I wanted to update this to make myself feel better. Anyways, please read, review, and enjoy. PS. If you are wondering why this is rated M when there is no smut, there will be in two chapters. So please be patient.
Is today my birthday? Have I done some good deed that I do not know about, and I am being repaid right now? Is this moment actually real? Did you willingly sit next to me? You must be real because you have that puppy in your arms from yesterday. You really shouldn't do this to the dog and I. You should have left the poor canine at home. It is too cold today, and the snow that is falling is not helping. You should have not sat by me either. Don't get me wrong, I am glad that you did. Really glad, but I think you might get the wrong impression when you see the blush on my face. It is only there because it is freezing.
You like me, don't you? Just a tiny bit, but still, I can tell I am wearing you down. How do I know this? You sat a little to close to me. The bench can seat three maybe four people, but you choose to sit in my intimate space. I can feel your body heat exude onto me. If I shift to the right even slightly, we would be touching. Would you like that? Would you be creeped out if I put my arm around your shoulders? Would you be happy? But because I am scared of the repercussions, I hold myself back like always. I just satisfy my need to touch you by gazing at you and your caring nature.
You look at me suddenly. You catch me off guard when you swing your body in my direction. Your eyes capture mine. I smile nervously. You frown back, but even with that expression, I can tell you are not displeased with me. It's in the way your eyes reflect kindness, or maybe I can tell that you can stand me when you hand the puppy to me. I am reluctant to hold it. It's not just because I don't like dogs, but it is because I would rather hold you. But I will take what I can get.
Once you transfer the pup to my arms, which I might mention that our skin would have brushed if I wasn't wearing gloves, you scoot just a tad bit closer. You reach over and run your finger tips on the puppy's scalp, pausing to rub slowly against his ear. I would like to ask you to pet me too, but I do have some pride. But not enough pride to not get jealous of the stupid mutt.
Maybe you can read my thoughts because all of a sudden, you are trying to take the doggy away from me. I merely tilt my body the other way, refusing silently to give him back. I know that if I do, you will leave me all by myself, and I must admit, I have not had my fill of you just yet. So I block you, and you huff out cutely. Your lips form a pout, and I know for a fact this is your subtle way of seducing me. Or maybe this is me seducing you. Wait, that didn't make any sense. Gah! I can't think when you are looking like that.
Just to stop you from pouting, I raise the dog and smash the animal to your lips gently. You are surprise. Your eyes widen. You are adorable. You are even more endearing when you start to laugh. But I can't hear any sound coming from you. I can't hear you, but I can hear the wind blowing. I can hear the leaves rustling from the wind. I can even hear the snow landing on you and me, but I can't hear you laugh. And I hate that. Yes, it is fulfilling to know that I caused that smile and your laughter, but I want to hear it! Maybe you have one of those silent laughs. Maybe this is one of your ways to tease me. You realize that I want to get to know you, so you are hiding yourself from me because you are a flirt. A tease. You look like one with white snow flakes land on your teal hair, deciding if to melt or to stay frozen. You with your flushed cheeks and red nose. Even with your lips chapped from the harsh winter, you are impeccably charming. So maybe this is just one of your ploys. I don't care what it is as long as you just keep letting me play with you.
After you give the dog a peck, you take him back. The dog yips quietly, and you pull him to your chest. You abruptly stand up, facing me. You nod your head as if in goodbye, but I don't want to let you go yet so I grab the back of your jacket. You glance down and look back, confusion all over you face. I wanna say for you to stay, but my lips won't work. I can't move my mouth, and because of my lack of mobility, you easily escape from my grip. I want to grab you again, but I don't. Something about the way you scrutinize me makes me pause. Makes me hesitate and for my breath to catch in my throat. It's almost as if you don't want to leave me too. Like you want to just sit by me again, but there is something else lurking behind that want, but I can't put a name to it. Whatever it is, it causes you to walk away from me. It causes you from being with me. And because I do not now what it is, you disappear from my sight. The snow starts to come down quicker. It is more dense. The snow is starting to blanket the ground, wiping away your foot steps. Covering the proof that you were with me.