I watched them huddled together, and smiling. She did her hair twist and leaned closer to him. I grinned watching her weave her web, I had seen it so many times. Looking into his eyes, touching his leg. Her smile was disarming. I walked past them in the other direction, heading to my peaceful place in the sun.
I heard my name on the wind as I walked by. I smiled knowing that she was telling him about me. There was no new relationship without the explanation of our friendship. How do you explain something like that? The closeness? The need to talk, touch, be around each other?
My pillow filled tent was a welcome site, crawling in, I flopped on the overstuffed lumps of comfort. Opening the book I had been reading, I rolled onto my stomach and picked up where I left off.
"Can I come in?" a face at the door.
"Of course you can." I barely looked up. She always did this. "Wasn't your type?" I knew why she was here, I just don't think she did.
"I realized something." She said as she sat in front of me.
"Hmm? What's that?" I said, pretending to be uninterested.
"Well, I kept talking about you and I don't think he liked it. I realized that I didn't care if he liked it. I love you and if he can't understand that, he can't ever understand me."
"Cool." I felt butterflies in my belly. This wasn't unusual.
She moved closer to me, leaning forward as she spoke, "I know it's not much." I could feel her breath on my face now. "But, I wanted to try this..."
Soft, her lips were so soft. I was paralyzed with shock. It was tender and gentle. I lost myself in the moment. I kissed her back, and felt her smile against my mouth. It was slow and delibrate and I knew it meant something to both of us..........
DAMMIT!!! Sometimes the alarm clock really has bad timing!!!! lol