Just a Kiss

Music blasted, bass pumping out of the speakers and sinking deep into the party-goers heads. Bodies danced together, grinding, sweating, and panting.  Couples paired off and slowly started to disappear into other rooms—sick noises erupting from within moments later. Strobe lights flickered off perfect white teeth, and dirty laughter filled the air.

She was sitting alone, bored and uncomfortable. Her friend had talked her into coming here. It wasn't her crowd, not really her style. Said friend had disappeared a while ago with her boyfriend—no doubt occupying one of the back rooms.

He was lounging by the bar, tired of the party scene and wishing for something new to happen. His friends poked fun at him—saying he should find a girl and go have fun. He put on his fake smile and waved them off; he had put on this mask of a player, using girls however he wanted then forgetting their names in the morning. He had never been able to do that without the guilt. He just wasn't like that.

A boy approached her, hand in the front of his jeans, "Want to have a good time baby?" he slurred. She made a face and told him no. His smile disappeared, "What do you mean no?" He took hold of her arm and jerked her up. She screamed and shoved at his arm but he held fast.

He looked up at the scream, and saw one of his friends yank a girl up out of her chair. He pushed away from the counter and stalked over. The girl yelled inaudibly over the music, trying to get the other boy away from her. He came up behind them and pulled the boy away from her. "Not tonight man," he said in his ear, "This one is mine." His drunken friend squinted at him, then grinned and lumbered away.

She looked up at her rescuer. He was handsome like everyone else there, but no different she assumed. "Thanks," she muttered none the less. He nodded and looked around, "Don't you want to dance?" he asked over the noise, when she shook her head no he raised a brow. She didn't feel like explaining why she had come, it was a pathetic and complicated story. She should've known she wouldn't find what she was looking for at a mosh pit like this.

He looked closely at her, why had she come then? She looked so out of place it was almost funny. Most girls were wearing clothing that would leave a prostitute jealous. This girl was wearing snug jeans and a long sleeved shirt; she would've looked more in place at a library than a party like this."What's your name?" he leaned close to her ear to ask.

His breath sent a chill down her neck, she told him and he smiled. "That's a pretty name," he told her his and offered her a hand, "I want to show you something." She studied his hand cautiously, she didn't want to do any of the things the others were doing—especially not with someone she just met.

He noticed her expression, "Trust me," he said and she gently placed her hand in his. It was small and warm in his large hand. He led her around the crowd and out the back doors. The moon shone down from the late night sky, making the grass shimmer blue and the trees cast beautiful shadows all around. There was a large tree that stood in the center of the yard, a long wooden swing hung from its lower branches.

She gasped at the magic in the yard. It was so beautiful it took her breath away. She could feel him glancing at her once and a while, watching her reactions. Why was he showing her this? She snuck a peek at him through her hair, the moonlight was bouncing off his face and tangling in his hair, it struck her how handsome he really was and it made her blush. 'No, not someone like him…'

He had a small smile on his face, he didn't know why he wanted to show her this, but he did. They came to the swing and he held it as she got on, then he sat next to her. They started talking and hours passed by. It felt like seconds, she was so intriguing to talk to, she had opinions on everything and insight on things he hadn't even thought about.

She was falling. She didn't want to. She'd known him for what, two hours? Years? That's what it felt like. It felt like they had been friends since childhood. He was so easy to talk to; she wasn't shy around him like she was with others. He listened to everything she said and asked questions about what she thought or why she thought that way. 'No no no no no… not someone like him, not a player—he's playing you!'

What was it about her? He couldn't get enough of her. Her voice, her thoughts, her smile, her laugh, he loved all of it—needed all of it. 'Wait? Needed? What are you thinking man…'

She glanced up at the fading stars, 'is it really that late?' She glanced at her watch, yes. It was four in the morning. She smiled; this was the latest she'd ever stayed out before. She looked up at the boy she had been talking to for the past five hours. He
smiled at her and her breath caught; he didn't look tired or bored at all.

Her eyes were shining, he looked at her and all he wanted to do was hold her. He never wanted her to leave. Who would've thought… a party like this, and he'd fallen in love.

Their eyes were locked. She wished she could see what he was thinking. She'd never been good at reading people—actually, people tended to call her naïve when it came to what was right in front of her…

He was leaning closer; he didn't need sex or revealing clothing to fall for someone. In fact he didn't want it.  He just wanted her…

She felt her eyes slip close. She couldn't believe it, she had come here looking for love, never expecting to find it—and yet he was here. Just a shot in the dark but maybe…maybe he was the one. She didn't want to mess it up, but with the moonlight and the look in his eyes. It felt so right.

He didn't want to mess it up either, didn't want to push her too far. If he scared her off he didn't know what he would do. His lips touched hers and he melted. Their lips molded together perfectly, a fire starting in his chest as they came closer together. He ran his fingers through her hair and he felt her place a hand on his shoulder.

Butterflies were exploding in her gut. Her head swam and her fingers tingled.  She didn't want it to end. He slowly deepened the kiss and ran his other hand down her side—sending more shivers through her body.

Just a kiss, but it was so perfect.