She found him on the porch step waiting … like he has so many times before. With a smile on her face she began to greet him, but she stopped short noticing something very different about him. There was an odd look on his face and a strange tension in the air.
"We need to talk."
Four simple words that can shake a person to their core. She knew what it was about and she certainly didn't want to talk. She wanted to do like she had done so many times before, repress her feelings, bottle them up, avoid dealing with them. She actually became fairly good at it. She wanted to keep things light and simple and uncomplicated. It was easier that way. It was safe. What she didn't realize is that it was unfulfilling. She was missing out on so much in life and was completely unaware of it.
"Let's go inside," she said.
She set her bag down and walked into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Running away from me was childish," he responded.
"I'll take that as a 'no'," she stated.
"You don't have anything to say? Everything was going so well."
"I… I was just… taken back…"
"You love me."
"Well that's a rather bold assumption."
He set his beautiful eyes upon her in fierce determination. She did love him… He just wasn't supposed to know it.
He walked over to her, slowly, eyes still set intensely. She was leaning against the kitchen counter. He placed his arms on either side of her causing his body to brush up against hers. He looked down at her.
She took a deep breath, she was letting it out.
"You scare me," she said honestly.
"What?" he asked, shocked.
"Falling in love is scary. I care about you so much it probably isn't healthy. And I'll have you know I tried my damnest not to. But you were always there. You say the right thing, you make me laugh, you look at me with those beautiful eyes and I just … I melt. You have an effect on me that is out of this world. I hate to break it to you, but you're dangerous."
He continued to stare at her and just when she thought she had said too much, said the wrong thing, he face began to soften and a smile crept upon his lovely face.
He did it again. Her chest tightened with the overflow of feelings she had for him.
"Dangerous," he repeated. "If it makes you feel better, you're quite a danger to me too."
This was too much for her to handle. She could scarcely breathe.
"It does a little."
He gently touched her face and she looked up. That was all it took. His lips found hers and then ensued a sweet gentle kiss that she felt in the depths of her soul. He was it. He was what she wanted, what she needed. The sweet taste of his kiss and the warm tingle of his embrace showed her what she had been missing. She was letting go of her fear and diving in not only with this beautiful boy before her but also diving into life. She was taking a risk and it felt wonderful. Liberating.
She smiled up at him.
"Let's be dangerous together."