To The Moon and Back

Emerald Eyes

Kennedy’s POV

I take a peek from behind my book at the man now standing in front of me. I study his appearance starting with his shoes which are a pair of black loafers matched with a light eggplant shade of Chino trousers that seem to hug him in all the right places. As my eyes continue it’s journey up this mystery mans body he’s wearing a dark black polo shirt that’s loosely tucked into the pants fastened with a black leather belt. The shirts short sleeves hug tightly around the tattoo covered muscles which stop before his large veiny hands that are now in fists at his sides, I notice a group of papers crumbled up with one of his fists. With a shallow breathe I finally gain the confidence to look at the mans face and the first thing I’m met with is his green eyes. His beautiful bright emerald colored orbs are staring at mine with a look I can’t figure out yet. I notice a scar going through his left eyebrow and his light brown hair with almost golden highlights, that are faded on the sides leaving the top longer with natural loose curls.

“Mine” he states with his plump red lines that are held in a tight line, pulling me out of my trance.

I quickly panic not knowing what I could’ve taken from this man. I quickly stand up searching through the chair thinking he probably forgot something and was here before me. I glance up hoping the mystery man would let me know what it is he’s missing when I notice how close he’s standing to me. Standing a head taller than me I inhale sharply taking in his scent of fresh rain and pine trees, I swear it’s the most amazing thing I have ever smelt. He clears his throat gaining my attention. I take a step back startled by his actions and stumble over the small table that is positioned by the chair, I look down and notice the book I was reading. I reach down to grab the book but being so nervous being in the presence of such a beautiful man I start fumbling it for a second.

I take a deep breathe and reach my arm out handing the book to him.

“I- I’m sorry.” I start to stutter. “I didn’t realize someone was reading it when I grabbed it off the shelf.” I say, looking down at the book him my hands. It felt like hours before he reached out taking the book out of my hands, his finger skimmed mine creating a shocking sensation in my hand. I quickly pulled my hands back and wrap my arms around my waist, I peek up at him to only notice him still staring directly at me but this time his bright emerald eyes were now dark. I squirm underneath his intense stare, I hate when people look at me this closely. I look at my white converse in hopes he won’t be able to see all the flaws my face holds and that he’ll leave.

I hear long strides coming in my direction when I notice another pair set of feet standing to the side of me. I look up to see another man who stands just an inch or two shorter than my emerald eyed one. He has ashy colored hair that sit in waves on his shoulders, sun kissed tan skin and piercing blue eyes that don’t even notice my presence in front of him.

“Hey Eric, did you get those papers done yet? We should be head back to the house here soon.” The man says, playfully slapping the back of his shoulder.

I watch the interaction when finally Eric stops staring at me and focuses on the new comer with us.

“Uh, yeah not yet.” He mentions looking down at the book and now crumbled paper in his hands. “I was just about to but got a little distracted.” He states, now looking at his friends before giving me one final over look before turning around and heading to the library office. The two men disappear in the doorway and the second I heard the door click behind them I let out a deep breathe I didn’t know I was holding in. I quickly sit down and start patting my chest to help steady my now staggered breathing. I look up and see Jaxon still lost in his book, not noticing the exchange that happened a few feet from him. I stand up taking short strides towards him, kneeling in front of him I tap his leg to get his attention.

“Hey buddy, how about we start heading home so mommy can make dinner okay?” I ask Jaxon who responds with a whimper.

“Come on.” I tell him. “We’ll check the book out and bring it home with us for a few days.” I say reaching out for his hand. He returns the gesture with a giant grin and wraps his little hand in mine.

After checking out Jaxons book I quickly lead us to the car getting him buckled in with his book in the back seat. I walk around the the back of my car and hop into the drivers seat. I let out a deep breathe as I started my car and headed for home.

What was that back there? Why was his look so intense? I think about those beautiful green orbs and how I could get lost in them them for hours. I find myself unconsciously touching my lips thinking about soft the probably are. How I wonder if he has tattoos covering other parts of his muscular body and how nice it would be to gaze upon them up close. The rain tapping on the windshield reminds me of his delicious scent. I let out a deep breath scolding myself for thinking about him, how could I be so stupid? Knowing he would never look at someone like her like that.

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After feeding Jaxon and doing his night routine he was finally asleep in his toddler sized bed, clutching onto the dinosaur book. I chuckle and pull out my phone to take a picture of the sight in front of me. I pull up my social media page and press ‘New Post’ and caption it with:

“my little dinosnore<3”

I giggle as I press the post button and head out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen to clean up the mess from dinner. I feel my heart ache thinking about Eric as I start doing the dishes left in the sink. I don’t know how or why he made such an impact on me with the little interaction we had this afternoon. I sigh as I put the last fork in the drying rack and head towards the bathroom, looking at my reflection in my bathroom mirror I’m reminded why he would never be attracted to me. My skin now greasy and tired looking from the day is now dull, the bags under my eyes seem to make me look older and not in a good way. My blotchy red face holds acne scars from my teenage years and my wrinkles now more noticeable than they were this morning. I glance at my eyebrows before opening the mirrors medicine cabinet and grabbing the tweezers. I quickly pluck out a few stray eyebrow hairs before I strip down, throwing my clothes onto my bathroom floor and take a quick shower before putting on a pull over hoodie and pajama shorts. I skip any kind of skin care routine and make my way into the living room, once there I pull the bed out of the couch located in the middle of my living room and reach in the closet grabbing my bedding and pillows. Once finished making the bed I climb in and close my eyes, as I drift off to sleep all I see are the Eric’s bright emerald eyes.