Water in the Desert

I followed him inside and was stunned into silence. It was perfect, not that I had expected any less. His room seemed to fit him. He had a few drawings and paintings decorating his simple grey walls, but they wouldn’t be called amateur. They were so detailed and simple all at the same time. Most were of Jaz, though I couldn’t blame him. Not after I heard what she meant to him, not after I heard how he lost her.

His eyes followed me. I could tell he was judging my reaction. I wondered what he saw.

It was so peaceful with him. The thoughts couldn’t reach me out here and I was keeping myself relaxed so I wouldn’t hear his. I didn’t want to kill the moment. But in the back of my mind was the memory of Scott’s face.

I didn’t realize I was shaking until he was holding me in his arms. I shook silently as the fear I had been trying to ignore caught up with me.

“He’ll find me. He won’t stop until he gets me James. You didn’t see the look in his eyes. He won’t stop until I’m dead,” I cried. The tears fell from my eyes and onto his shoulder as he pressed me against him.

“He won’t get the chance. I won’t let him hurt you Chris. I promise,” he said as he stared into my eyes. And at that moment, I knew I was safe. James would never let Scott lay a finger on me.

I continued to cry silently on his shoulder until the tears just wouldn’t come. He didn’t say anything, just stroked my hair and held me in his strong arms. I probably looked a mess.

“Thanks James. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“As long as you want me, you won’t ever have to.”

To be honest, all of this boy stuff was new to me. So instead of blushing like a normal girl, I laughed. And I don’t mean a cute, girly giggle. No. it was loud, embarrassing, and I snorted. Beautiful.

And with a simple snort, the tension and seriousness dissipated. We were just two friends hanging out, laughing like complete idiots. It didn’t help that one of the friends was extremely attractive, but that was beside the point. The point was that I was happy and safe.

I knew that my eyes were probably still red and puffy from crying and that just made me laugh harder. I laugh when I’m nervous and I couldn’t stop laughing for the life of me.

The next thing I knew, James’ hands were cupping ,my face and he was kissing me. My lips melted under his and moved with his like partners in a passionate tango. My brain temporarily shut down and there was nothing in the world except our lips, kissing each other like our kisses were water in a never ending desert. I was having trouble reminding myself to breath and James didn’t seem eager for air anytime soon. He was an excellent kisser, not that I had much to compare him to. Brandon Connors in ninth grade had nothing on James. I was lost in the moment and the way his hands felt as they caressed my face.

I knew that in this moment I had completely fallen for him and the fact comforted me. I relaxed and kept kissing him as I realized that I was in love with this boy I had just met. But it felt like he had always be there, by my side. His presence felt as natural as my skin, my air.

The howl ripped through the moment easily. We broke apart with a sigh. I blushed and James smiled. He laughed a bit and I relaxed even more. It was so easy being with him.

“It’s getting late and if I want to keep that date with you on Friday, I should probably be getting you back to your car,” he said, his velvety smooth voice melting my insides.

Unfortunately he was right. Normally I would already be at the shop or home, so Dad was probably worried about me. “Okay,” I said reluctantly.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll still see you tomorrow at school,” he added.

I smiled and bit my lip nervously. “Okay. Let’s go.”

The End

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