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“he
whispered.
I kept my eyes locked onto his but smiled and breathed back, “Quoting Edmond Rostand...are you real?”
He chuckled softly. “I’ve been asking myself for days if you are really real. I have a way to find out.”
Then he did it. He kissed me. Chastely, softly, lips upon lips. But
oh boy
, he kissed me.
My entire body was on fire from the chemistry flowing freely between the two of us.
I exhaled slowly, eyes still closed, savoring every moment of the aftershock of his kiss.
I opened my eyes as he put a hand on my hip and pulled me in again.
This kiss was more passionate, but was still soft.
I closed my eyes and fell into his embrace. I’m not sure how long the second kiss lasted; again it seemed like time did not exist when our bodies connected.
When he pulled back we were both a little breathless. We gazed at each other for a moment before he kissed the top of my head.
“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he whispered.
“Goodnight,” I whispered back.
I opened my door and turned, waving one last time before closing it and leaning against the back of it.
Lily shrieked and skipped to where I was standing, grabbing both of my hands with hers.
“I saw! I saw! Oh my God Asha, I am so happy for you!” she exclaimed while hopping up and down.
I grinned, both in the aftershock of my evening and at my friend’s excitement.
She pulled me to the sofa and we sat down.
“Tell me everything!” she demanded.
We sat there for about an hour while I told her everything, except the part about the homeless man. She didn’t need to know that. That was crossing into “whole truth” department and as much as I loved Lily, she couldn’t handle all of that.
I looked at the clock and realized it was past 1am.
“Oh shit, Lily. I’ve got to get to bed.”
We both went upstairs to our respective rooms. I went to the bathroom and wiped off my eye makeup, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I grabbed some comfy fleece pajamas and went to climb into bed.
I heard music playing and let a small smile form on my face.
Everything Changed
by Farewell Flight.
I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter.
----
Asha Harris
@AshaGirlRVA Everything has definitely changed.
#GoodnightMrGreenEyes
----
Within seconds there was a reply.
----
Blake Daley
@Blake_RVA @AshaGirl If this is change, then I want it all :)
#GoodnightMsBlueEyes
----
He followed that with a text. I grinned like a fool reading it.
----
There are really no words that could express how much I enjoyed tonight. Hoping it is the first of many amazing nights. Coffee in the morning? :)
----
I quickly replied.
----
Minus the ugly crying, I agree. :) Coffee sounds good...hanging with you sounds better. Buzzy’s at 9am? :)
----
I bit my thumb waiting on his reply.
----
Sweet girl, you could never be ugly. And if crying is all I get, I’ll take it. See you in the morning. Sweet dreams. :)
----
I threw my arm over my eyes and groaned.
What had I gotten myself into?
He had seen the tip of the iceberg of my whole truth, and he hadn’t run. He didn’t falter or show pity. He did exactly what I needed in that moment, and doing what I needed seemed to be what he needed.
Chapter Nine
I slipped on my running shoes and started walking down the stairs, setting my playlist to play Cashmere Cat.
I stretched for a few minutes on the sidewalk and then took off. I always started with a slow jog, slowly picking up pace until I was at a steady run. I dodged people walking their dogs, focusing on my breathing and paying attention to the beat of the song.
I rounded the corner, ran in place while I waited to cross the street, then dodged across and down two more streets before getting to Jefferson park.
My iPod switched to MIA and I kept my pace running laps around the sidewalk surrounding the park. Couples sat in benches, kids played in the playground, but they were invisible to me. The only thing visible was what was directly in front of
whispered.
I kept my eyes locked onto his but smiled and breathed back, “Quoting Edmond Rostand...are you real?”
He chuckled softly. “I’ve been asking myself for days if you are really real. I have a way to find out.”
Then he did it. He kissed me. Chastely, softly, lips upon lips. But
oh boy
, he kissed me.
My entire body was on fire from the chemistry flowing freely between the two of us.
I exhaled slowly, eyes still closed, savoring every moment of the aftershock of his kiss.
I opened my eyes as he put a hand on my hip and pulled me in again.
This kiss was more passionate, but was still soft.
I closed my eyes and fell into his embrace. I’m not sure how long the second kiss lasted; again it seemed like time did not exist when our bodies connected.
When he pulled back we were both a little breathless. We gazed at each other for a moment before he kissed the top of my head.
“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he whispered.
“Goodnight,” I whispered back.
I opened my door and turned, waving one last time before closing it and leaning against the back of it.
Lily shrieked and skipped to where I was standing, grabbing both of my hands with hers.
“I saw! I saw! Oh my God Asha, I am so happy for you!” she exclaimed while hopping up and down.
I grinned, both in the aftershock of my evening and at my friend’s excitement.
She pulled me to the sofa and we sat down.
“Tell me everything!” she demanded.
We sat there for about an hour while I told her everything, except the part about the homeless man. She didn’t need to know that. That was crossing into “whole truth” department and as much as I loved Lily, she couldn’t handle all of that.
I looked at the clock and realized it was past 1am.
“Oh shit, Lily. I’ve got to get to bed.”
We both went upstairs to our respective rooms. I went to the bathroom and wiped off my eye makeup, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I grabbed some comfy fleece pajamas and went to climb into bed.
I heard music playing and let a small smile form on my face.
Everything Changed
by Farewell Flight.
I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter.
----
Asha Harris
@AshaGirlRVA Everything has definitely changed.
#GoodnightMrGreenEyes
----
Within seconds there was a reply.
----
Blake Daley
@Blake_RVA @AshaGirl If this is change, then I want it all :)
#GoodnightMsBlueEyes
----
He followed that with a text. I grinned like a fool reading it.
----
There are really no words that could express how much I enjoyed tonight. Hoping it is the first of many amazing nights. Coffee in the morning? :)
----
I quickly replied.
----
Minus the ugly crying, I agree. :) Coffee sounds good...hanging with you sounds better. Buzzy’s at 9am? :)
----
I bit my thumb waiting on his reply.
----
Sweet girl, you could never be ugly. And if crying is all I get, I’ll take it. See you in the morning. Sweet dreams. :)
----
I threw my arm over my eyes and groaned.
What had I gotten myself into?
He had seen the tip of the iceberg of my whole truth, and he hadn’t run. He didn’t falter or show pity. He did exactly what I needed in that moment, and doing what I needed seemed to be what he needed.
Chapter Nine
I slipped on my running shoes and started walking down the stairs, setting my playlist to play Cashmere Cat.
I stretched for a few minutes on the sidewalk and then took off. I always started with a slow jog, slowly picking up pace until I was at a steady run. I dodged people walking their dogs, focusing on my breathing and paying attention to the beat of the song.
I rounded the corner, ran in place while I waited to cross the street, then dodged across and down two more streets before getting to Jefferson park.
My iPod switched to MIA and I kept my pace running laps around the sidewalk surrounding the park. Couples sat in benches, kids played in the playground, but they were invisible to me. The only thing visible was what was directly in front of
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