on July 28, 2014
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I knew from the moment I first saw her she was the one. The only girl I could ever want.
The only girl I could ever love.
She is light.
I am darkness.
She is innocent.
I’ve done too much.
She is good.
I am bad.
She is my every dream.
I should be her every nightmare.
We come from different worlds. She’s…perfect. And I’m…
Somehow she wants me anyway. So we’ll grasp at what we can. We’re going to make this summer count. She’s my secret. And I’m hers.
The problem with secrets is they never last for long. And when others discover we’re together, they’ll do whatever it takes to keep us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.
Because Reverie Hale? She’s mine.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, startling me.
I smile sheepishly. “Busted.”
“Did you know that was my first?”
“Your first what?” I’m frowning again. Damn this girl is making my head spin, how she keeps changing the conversation.
“My um, first…” Her voice trails off and I watch her struggle. “My first kiss. From a boy.”
I’m shocked. Then again, I’m not. From what I can figure, she’s lived a sheltered, protected life. She hasn’t done much. Lived much. She’s terribly shy but so achingly beautiful it hurts for me to watch her too long.
And I’m the one responsible for her first kiss. A really crappy kiss too.
She nods but doesn’t answer.
“Huh,” I finally mutter because I don’t know how else to respond.
“You think I’m lame,” she says flatly.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not at all.” That is the last thing I think of when it comes to Reverie.
“Pitiful then.” She throws her hands up in the air and whirls on her heel to start walking away from me. “Pitiful Reverie Hale, never been kissed, never gone on a date, never done anything but live vicariously through books and movies like some sort of big loser.”
Speaking of big losers, I’m losing my chance with her here. Despite my earlier promise to myself, I’m chasing Reverie one more time, grabbing her by the crook of her elbow so I can spin her around to face me again. “You’re not a loser,” I tell her.
She blinks up at me. “I’m not?”
“No. I’m the loser.” I jerk my thumb at my chest. “I’m the one who gave you a crappy first kiss.”
“It wasn’t crappy,” she murmurs.
Well, what else does she have it to compare to? “I can do a lot better than that.” I sound way more confident than I feel but come on.
I can absolutely do a lot better than that two second kiss.
“Yeah. Definitely.” I’m crazy. Flat out lost my mind if I think I’m really going to get this girl to kiss me again. She should shove me as hard as she can and run. Or I should walk. This isn’t right, playing around with her. She’s a girl who deserves someone better than me. Some respectable kid her father approves of.
“Okay then.” She pauses and my gaze meets hers. Watch as her gaze drops to my mouth and lingers there.
“Okay what?” My blood heats at the way she’s looking at me, and my hands itch to grab her. Pull her to me and show her exactly what kind of kiss I can really give her.