Unexpected Love

Her Eyes

Alex

The guilt was eating away at me as I sped down the road, leaving school in my dust. The rain was torrential and knowing she was out walking in it caused a tight knot in my chest. I see her slowly shuffling on the side of the road, shoulders up and head tucked down, shivering. She was soaked and it was all my doing. I pulled in at the side of her and I could see her red puffy eyes; knowing she had been crying aswell hurt my chest even more it knocked the wind right out of me.

I jumped out of the car and started begging. She was going to get really ill if she didn’t get in the car. I knew she was already dripping wet throughout, but that wasn’t the point; I was here now. She didn’t need to stay out in this weather a second longer. She shakes her head and gives me a scowl; I deserved it, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was stubborn; that was one of the qualities I actually really liked about her, that and her innocence. She fights me and then says something that hits a little close to home. I knew she was angry, but I wasn’t selfish, was I? Yes, okay, maybe I was a little and yes, I was 8 inches deep in some airhead cheerleader that I can't for my life remember the name of, but that wasn’t the point; she was infuriating me, and I wasn’t letting her walk away in the rain all the way to my house.

I shoved her a little too hard into the car, but I didn’t care; the sooner I could get her to my house and out of her wet clothes, the better I already hated myself for making her walk. I didn’t need to feel any more shame about her getting ill. I leaned over her and got a faint whiff of her perfume, cherry blossom and honey; delicious. I turned my head and went face to face with the most beautiful crystal blue eyes I had ever seen; I was hypnotized. I couldn’t look away. Without a thought in my head, I reached to her face and pulled a strand away from her wet forehead; my hand lingering on her cheek, and I'm stuck there looking into her eyes and everything I see is purity. How can I only see how beautiful she is right now; how truly untouched and innocent she really is? How am I only just seeing the lust she has in her eyes with just a slight touch of my hand on her cheek, and why do I want to keep touching her?

Alex: “You're all wet”.

What the actual f**k is wrong with me? I am aware of how it sounds; although I have no doubt about the way she’s looking at me, she

Probably is, but I need to move away. I need to create some space between us before I do something that is highly questionable in the

Little amount of morals I have left.

Alex:“ We should head to mine to get you out of the wet clothes, into something dry and warm”.

Slamming the door and taking a quick gasp of air before I jog back round to the driver's side of the car and hop in. Turning the keys, the engine roars to life, and we are off. Speeding down the road once again, it took us another 20 minutes to get to my house. Those 20 minutes feel like eternity though; filled with awkward shared glances and silence. Her cheeks were still red from when we had our moment and I must say it was adorable.

We both jump out of my car and sprint to the front door, which is, as always, open. Out of breath we stood in the hallway; deadly silent, so silent you could hear every water droplet hitting the expensive and overly obnoxious marbled flooring. I find myself staring into her eyes again, never wavering; not looking away, not even once. How had I not noticed her eyes until now? I shook myself from the thought and walked away as fast as I could possibly move without looking like a creep, heading towards the laundry room.

She followed me ever so slowly and by the time I had dug through the clean clothes she was standing in the doorway, lips trembling and her body shaking. I must say our house isn’t warm or inviting. I sometimes get chills walking through the vast number of hallways we have. I lack any character or any sign of life or a family living in it. I throw my t-shirt and a pair of shorts at her, and she catches them.

Kayla: “Thank you; you don’t mind if I jump in the shower, do you? I'm absolutely frozen aha.”

She awkwardly shifts between her feet waiting for a reply. I shake my head and off she goes, practically running away from me. It slipped into my imagination as I watched her shut the door to one of the many bathrooms we have. I imagine her peeling her clothes off her curvy body and standing under the hot spray of the shower cleaning herself. Hell. I even imagine myself in that shower with her. Pinning her to the wall, touching and tasting every inch of her immaculate body; her touching mine. What is wrong with me? She's my little sister's best friend and I stood in my laundry room a few doors down readjusting my c**k as I thought about all the ways I want to explore her. I need a shower and a cold start. As quickly as I fall into those thoughts, I fall right back into reality; I can do this, not again. I had already done this once before when I first met her. She was cute and fragile and all I saw was another conquest. I had to have her, but that fell flat when my sister warned me of her and said it would ruin their friendship and I didn’t go back on my word. Plus, she was right. I was selfish and, with the words she spewed and the way she looked at me when we were standing outside, it proved to me that even if she wanted me as much as I wanted her, there was no chance in hell; not with the reputation I have. Was there?

The forcet turns off with a squeak and I know she'll be walking out that bathroom door any season. I again readjusted my c**k and walked to the living room and waited patiently for her to make an entrance.

Kayla: “Hi? Urm thank you for the clothes. I've put mine in the dryer, so hopefully they won't take too long. Do you mind if I sit with you while I wait for Hayley”?

Alex:“ No, no sit please, I lit a fire so you and your little toes could warm up a bit”.

Little toes? I really need to sort my head out, or fix my filter, because all sorts of nonsense is spewing out, and it's going to creep her out. But as I thought this, I lifted my head and there she was in my T-shirt which, even though it is too big for her, hung off her body perfectly.

But all I kept thinking was 'dude look at her eyes'."

I couldn’t take my eyes off her; I'd been caught in a trance, every dip and curve of her body held my gaze; the way her eyelashes fluttered when she tried to look away, the way her cute button nose crinkled when she said my name….shit she's saying my name god I loved the way it rolls off her tongue like that so smooth, and it made me imagine how it would sound her screaming it….

Kayla: “ALEX! "For God's sake, hello”?

Once again, I'm forced back to reality. I look at her. Her eyes are like daggers, pinning me with their stare. I smile because, unexpectedly, I like the way she looks at me. I like the way her cheeks heat up with just one touch from me. I like the way her breath hitches when we look at each other and, unexpectedly, I want more.

God, I hope she wants more too.