“He’s not going to find out as long as we keep our mouths shut.” I stood no less than an inch away from him. His blue eyes were crystal. I found myself lost in them, swimming in them, being consumed by the beauty of them. He smelled of sweat and CK’s Truth, almost intoxicating. Everything felt surreal. His arms around my waist, hands resting on my butt felt… different. They were very light yet very heavy. I was being pulled in my his charm and fighting it would only pull me in further.I took a step back bring myself to reality. “And what if he does find out.”
His hands moved, resting on my hips. His thumbs lightly rubbing against my skin, beneath my shirt. “He won’t.” At the last word, I watched as his mouth moved closer to mine; just inches from mine. I could taste the coffee on his breath, and the cherry lip balm. His hands moved higher on my body. His fingers inches from my nipples. I felt them crying out to him and he had heard their call. His forefinger moved across the top, slowly. The muscles in my stomach tightened as my legs felt fragile. I wanted to fall into him.
I pushed him back a bit, my hands pushing on the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I could feel him. His heart pounded as the same speed as my own. His mouth, slighting ajar had never looked so inviting.
“No.” I was shaking my head. My arms coiled back, crossing over my chest. I felt the hot tears streaming. “I can’t do this to him. He doesn’t deserve it. His only crime is loving me.”
“And you’re only crime is loving me.” My eyes were shut tight but I could feel the warmth of his hands, his fingers curled around my shoulders. I wanted to open my eyes, but I knew I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Shouldn’t. “He could never love you like me. I would hold you all night and all day. Fall into me, be with me. I would never leave you, I would never hurt you. I want to be with you. And I wouldn’t care if I would have to share you with him.”
His thumb moved over my cheek and I didn’t have to fight anymore. I look up into his eyes, those blue eyes I swam in just moments prior. There was no hesitation, no forbidding. I leaned into him taking his mouth with mine. Our tongues explored each other. He broke the kiss long enough to look into my eyes, letting me know he wouldn’t tell. I promised I wouldn’t either.
He kissed the underside of my chin, making his way to my neck. “Take me. Let me fall for you. Into you.” My eyes closing once again.
“I could only love you.”
“Then love me Justin.”
Silence.
I felt the touching stop. I opened my eyes. The blue eyes were staring back. The blue waters were in a silent rage, “But you could never love me.”
“I could.”
“You could only love him. And I’m not Justin.”
“Josh….” I felt him being pulled away. He took slow steps backwards, away from me. His face had said sorry, but eyes were filled with hatred. I reached out for him, hoping he would take my hand. He quit walking and turned completely around. Moving further into the distance. Away. The winds carried his words back to me… the tears streaming once more.
“Goodbye Britney.”