“Don’t do that!” She squeals.
I smile at her. I've just poked her side. She jumped and screamed. For as long as we’ve been friends you’d think she’d understand what it means. Maybe she does and is just ignoring it.
“Mia, I have a question.”
“No” She doesn’t bother looking away from the mirror. She is rubbing in her foundation.
“You don’t even know the question.”
“Yeah, but I know the answer.” She looks away from the mirror long enough to grin at me.
“What if the question was, do you love me?” I thought.
I poke her side again. She grabs my wrist and tugs. My whole body follows my arm and I slide off the bed into the floor.
“Jerk,” I huff.
“Serves you right, I could have put my eye out.” She growls going back to putting on her eyeliner.
“You know you don’t need that stuff right?” Not bothering to move, I look up at her from the floor.
She looks down at me and raises an eyebrow. “And I suppose you’d be the expert on that, right?”
“Just with you,” I grin at her sheepishly.
She rolls her eyes and goes back to what she is doing. Her long black hair, which holds loose curls, dances across her back.
“You’ve always been, so effortlessly beautiful, Katie. I can’t take your word on makeup.” Mia smiled. I can’t see the smile, but I can hear it in her voice.
“Effortless? She thinks it’s effortless?” My brain growls at the comment, “Wait, did she just compliment me?”
“You are complimenting someone other than yourself? I didn’t know that was possible.” I tease.
She drops her pencil and looks at me. Her face is flushed. Is she blushing? “I seldom get the chance to compliment someone superior to my own eloquent beauty.” She teases back as she pokes me with her foot.
“You really are full of yourself.” I say as I grab her foot.
“Let go.” She glares at me.
“Never,” My body reacts to her touch. Desire’s seeds begin to sprout across my body. The heat of lust and the heart palpitations of long bent up romantic feelings cause the seeds to mature instantly. The flowers of passion burn deep inside my heart and there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop them.
My hand slides up her leg. Her pale skin is soft and silken. I sit up and embrace her leg. Before I can react her knee meets my chest, but not in force. The skirt she’s in allows my cheek to meet the skin of her thigh and as they meet searing tears escape their prison behind my eyes.
I can feel them. Those breathtaking blue eyes are looking down at me. She’ll kick me away, tell me to quit being weird. I feel fingers running through my hair as gently as a breeze. I can’t bring myself to look up. I can’t see the look on her face. It will kill me to see rejection ther. My lips meet the skin of her lower thigh.
“Katie,” Her voice is soft. She steps back out of my embrace and I let my head hang down. Tears drip off my nose. I feel her hand, her supple warm hand, touch my cheek. It journeys below my chin and lifts my head up and there they are; her beautiful eyes. The eyes that captivated me in third grade and have kept me captivated until now, our second year of college and could keep me captivated forever. My body tenses as it readies for the soft rejection she is about to speak. Instead a jolt of shock rips through every fiber as her lips unite with mine. I throw aside any doubt and dive into my one chance to show my true feelings for her. Kissing her, touching her, I am where I want to be. No, this is where I need to be. Waves of light wash across my elated body. All too soon the kiss I’ve been waiting a lifetime for, ends as she pulls away. A broad smile sits below tear-filled eyes as she throws her arms around me.
“It took you long enough,” she whispers as she leans into kiss me again.