The Night
April 17th, 2008 Posted in AndreaI brushed a lock of Chestnut hair from Kyle’s eyes. We gazed at each other, not missing one second of our living portraits. Darkness blanketed our figures. Only the dim glow of two antique lamps illuminated our sight. My heart skipped a beat as Kyle slid closer to me on the sofa.
“I have been waiting for this night all week,” I whispered.
“I hope it’s everything you hoped for.” His baritone voice gave me chills with every word he spoke.
My hand trembled as I reached for my glass of Apple Cider. “That and much more,” I said, sipping the beverage.
He took the glass from my hands and replaced it with his gentle hands. I could hold those velvet hands for the rest of my life.
“Chelsea, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time.”
I moved closer to him. “Yes, Kyle.” I eagerly awaited his reply. He leaned closer. Our lips only inches apart.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, but I knew the moment I saw you, giggling with your girlfriends that you were the one for me.”
I lingered on every word; every movement; every silent breathe. We grew closer as he attempted to complete his thought. My thoughts weren’t on his thoughts. He could have relayed an ongoing chain of insults and it wouldn’t break the trance with his lips. Kiss me please. Then…
“I think it is time for Kyle to go home,” my mom interrupted, raising the brightness of the lamps and parading around in her fluffy, white bathrobe.
Oh my God. I can’t believe she couldn’t wait another five minutes.
