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Chapter 4.
It was three hours later when Stevie felt her heart beat speed up a little, taking her steps towards the front porch of Drovers Run, Russ followed easily next to her and shyly she let her gaze fall to the ground. After all the night hadn't been bad. She had felt quite entertained, surely leaving heavy topics behind them. It wasn't needed for now.
Twirling around to stop and say her goodbye Stevie felt Russ' intense stare fall on her face, into her eyes as she gazed into his. 'I had a great night, thanks', she gently spoke, not just out of politeness. He saw how she swept her red curls over her shoulder, watching her in amazement.
'My pleasure. I had a great night too ... I won't beat around the bush Stevie; I like you, I really like you', Russ spoke clear, the expression in his eyes showing he was completely honest. She tried to find a sign of nervosity in them, something that showed he hardly had a clue where to take the both of them, just like her.
Holding her breath for a moments she just showed a big smile, rolling her eyes away out of shyness. 'Wow', she spoke, impressed.
'Really', he added, now starting to grin, trying to catch her gaze. 'I'm serious, know that I'm serious about you.'
Stevie fought that unsteady feeling inside, the one that told her this was the moment to let him down. To tell him she didn't know what to feel, what to think. 'I wish I could say the same thing about you', she quietly muttered, meeting his gaze. 'But I don't know. I really like you too. You are a great guy ... and surely not unattractive', she added like it would ease his disappointment.
'Righto', he quickly answered. 'I know, you might not be ready and all, but I hope we at least get a chance to really find out what's there between us.'
Again she looked away, thinking obviously. Letting the possibility of them together cross her mind. Nervously Stevie let out a weak giggle. 'Maybe, this is like ... feeling weird.'
'Does this feel weird?', he asked, as she froze underneath the touch of his right thumb on her jaw. Blinking, Stevie swallowed hard to the tender gesture, not immediately noting the look in his eyes. He was pleased and impressed to touch her and to see the effect it had on her. She could be shivering inside. 'Does it?', Russ repeated.
'A bit', cause it did. Remembering the many times Alex had touched her face, the tension it caused inside of her to whatever followed after. Feeling the love and affection. Feeling the need to feel it again. An unexpected step towards her suddenly made her aware of his warmth, of his manly scent. The attraction it hold, and already she closed her eyes.
He studied her; the details of her pretty face. Russ was pleased she let him do this, giving him reason to continue what he had in mind. His fingers rested gently underneath her ear, in the curve of her neck, guiding her closer as he leaned in. She could feel his breath fall onto her skin, his nearness as he closed the gap between them.
Feeling his lips move onto hers, Stevie let herself go for a moment; not thinking, just feeling. Of course they had kissed before, but that was months ago and time seemed to change and move fast. It was soft and she even made herself move into it; another smooch shared between them which claimed more of their lips. Her hand moved slowly onto his shoulder, lowering down as she finally gently pushed him back; just a bit.
Just enough to let them break apart.
Russ stayed close, just inches away, opening his eyes he met her big brown eyes staring at him. Swallowing he softly slid his hand off her. 'Was that okay?', he uttered.
Stevie took a deep breath, letting a soft smile conquer her lips. 'Yeah', she quietly answered, still letting her fingers gently hold on his chest. Her gaze fell onto his body. Looking up quickly, with a little shake Stevie pressed her lips tightly on to each other. 'I better get inside', she spoke with a sigh. 'Good night.' Throwing a gently smile she saw him give her an impressed smirk, a gaze that only would stop following her till she really had disappeared.
