air, as I try to
shake off the uneasiness that has taken hold of me. Dillon replaces the key
under the flowerpot after he locks up. He glances at his watch again. Curfew is
getting dangerously close for him now, but he seems hesitant. I lean against
the side of the church and tilt my head up to check out the clear night sky.
The moon is full and the stars are in abundance. I love these fresh peaceful
nights. I’m in no rush due to not having a curfew, so I’m being a bit mean to
Dillon by making him ask to go home. He’s not crazy about having to point out
his dependence on me. He has a driver’s license, but Cora has refused to let
him drive much yet. I know the main reason is she can’t afford a vehicle for
him.
“You ready?” he
asks casually now.
I glance over to
him. He has his hands shoved in his jean pockets and is looking towards the
Mustang. I shrug my shoulders as I gaze back up to the sky. “Hmm… I think I’m
not quite ready to head home just yet. Let’s go somewhere.” I know he has to
get home. Truly I do, but this is too fun. He’s starting to get fidgety. Cora
is home waiting on him tonight. He can’t just sneak in as he does when she’s
working.
I’m still gazing
up at the night sky, when he pulls me towards him, abruptly. Before I know it,
his mouth has met mine in anxious excitement. I’m stunned at first. Dillon has
never tried anything like this. I stand here in his arms as his lips move
fervently over mine, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I am kissing
my best friend. I know I should push him away, but I don’t. I know it’s going
to cost me, but I’m willing to pay the consequences later. Or that’s what I’m
telling myself in this moment. It feels too exciting and incredible to stop.
The kiss
continues, but the anxious rush is replaced by a sweet slowness that makes me
shiver all over. Dillon holds me gently, with his hands threaded through my
hair. My hands are resting on his chest and I can feel his heart hammering away.
He begins this unexpected kiss passionately, but ends it slowly on a
whisper—just as he would with one of his songs. He doesn’t release me, but
eases back enough to look at me. It’s as if he is awaiting my reaction, but I’m
stunned and can’t speak. I stare back at him with my eyes wide in surprise. He
just pushed us over an invisible line and there’s no going back.
“Dillon…” I
whisper after a while. I feel my eyebrows knit together in confusion.
He shakes his
head, silently asking me to not say anything. So I don't, but shake my head
somberly.
He evaporates
the awkwardness in all of one sentence. “That’s for trying to make me miss
curfew.” He smiles as he leans in for another kiss, but I ease back.
I grab his arm
and look at his watch. He has ten minutes and is only one mile from home. I
push him off of me. “If you take off in a sprint, you can make your curfew,
Dimples.”
He looks at me
confused, but then with understanding. He knows he has messed up, and is
realizing I’m not about to take him home now. He lets out a long huff before
taking off in a run down the parking lot towards the road.
“You stole that
kiss, you jerk!” I holler behind him.
He keeps running
but yells back, “You can take it back anytime you want!”
I shake my head
and watch him run with all his might before he disappears into the darkness. I
don’t feel bad about making him run home. I checked to make sure he was wearing
his sneakers and not his boots first. I would have taken him home if he had on
his boots… Maybe .
I stroll over to
my car and prop myself up on the hood, trying to decipher what just happened. I
don’t know how to react. I’m excited and confused all at the same time.
My mind
struggles to wrap around the fact that I have just had my first real kiss with
Dillon Bleu. I’ve kissed a few guys with a quick peck after a date, but that
has always been the extent. I’ve never been with anyone I wanted to
shake off the uneasiness that has taken hold of me. Dillon replaces the key
under the flowerpot after he locks up. He glances at his watch again. Curfew is
getting dangerously close for him now, but he seems hesitant. I lean against
the side of the church and tilt my head up to check out the clear night sky.
The moon is full and the stars are in abundance. I love these fresh peaceful
nights. I’m in no rush due to not having a curfew, so I’m being a bit mean to
Dillon by making him ask to go home. He’s not crazy about having to point out
his dependence on me. He has a driver’s license, but Cora has refused to let
him drive much yet. I know the main reason is she can’t afford a vehicle for
him.
“You ready?” he
asks casually now.
I glance over to
him. He has his hands shoved in his jean pockets and is looking towards the
Mustang. I shrug my shoulders as I gaze back up to the sky. “Hmm… I think I’m
not quite ready to head home just yet. Let’s go somewhere.” I know he has to
get home. Truly I do, but this is too fun. He’s starting to get fidgety. Cora
is home waiting on him tonight. He can’t just sneak in as he does when she’s
working.
I’m still gazing
up at the night sky, when he pulls me towards him, abruptly. Before I know it,
his mouth has met mine in anxious excitement. I’m stunned at first. Dillon has
never tried anything like this. I stand here in his arms as his lips move
fervently over mine, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I am kissing
my best friend. I know I should push him away, but I don’t. I know it’s going
to cost me, but I’m willing to pay the consequences later. Or that’s what I’m
telling myself in this moment. It feels too exciting and incredible to stop.
The kiss
continues, but the anxious rush is replaced by a sweet slowness that makes me
shiver all over. Dillon holds me gently, with his hands threaded through my
hair. My hands are resting on his chest and I can feel his heart hammering away.
He begins this unexpected kiss passionately, but ends it slowly on a
whisper—just as he would with one of his songs. He doesn’t release me, but
eases back enough to look at me. It’s as if he is awaiting my reaction, but I’m
stunned and can’t speak. I stare back at him with my eyes wide in surprise. He
just pushed us over an invisible line and there’s no going back.
“Dillon…” I
whisper after a while. I feel my eyebrows knit together in confusion.
He shakes his
head, silently asking me to not say anything. So I don't, but shake my head
somberly.
He evaporates
the awkwardness in all of one sentence. “That’s for trying to make me miss
curfew.” He smiles as he leans in for another kiss, but I ease back.
I grab his arm
and look at his watch. He has ten minutes and is only one mile from home. I
push him off of me. “If you take off in a sprint, you can make your curfew,
Dimples.”
He looks at me
confused, but then with understanding. He knows he has messed up, and is
realizing I’m not about to take him home now. He lets out a long huff before
taking off in a run down the parking lot towards the road.
“You stole that
kiss, you jerk!” I holler behind him.
He keeps running
but yells back, “You can take it back anytime you want!”
I shake my head
and watch him run with all his might before he disappears into the darkness. I
don’t feel bad about making him run home. I checked to make sure he was wearing
his sneakers and not his boots first. I would have taken him home if he had on
his boots… Maybe .
I stroll over to
my car and prop myself up on the hood, trying to decipher what just happened. I
don’t know how to react. I’m excited and confused all at the same time.
My mind
struggles to wrap around the fact that I have just had my first real kiss with
Dillon Bleu. I’ve kissed a few guys with a quick peck after a date, but that
has always been the extent. I’ve never been with anyone I wanted to
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