Kiss the girl
1096 Words
*Hope*
“So want to come with me under the sea and visit the mermaids ?” Owen says, smiling at me, pointing to the little mermaid ride up ahead.
We have spent the last couple of hours having fun, trying rides and honestly I adore his family almost as much as I adore him. “I’d love to”.
We all get in line and as I stand chatting with his sister Sarah, Owen slides his arms around my waist from behind like the most natural thing in the world and I lean into him.
I am no longer nervous, I feel right at home with his family and they have been very welcoming towards me.
Owen’s warm breath fan over my ear as he leans down to whisper. “Still happy you decided to come ?”
“Very much happy”. I look up at him. “Happy you invited me ?”
“Oh, I have a feeling it might have been the best thing I ever did”. He says softly, his nose ghosting over my cheek.
The butterflies in my stomach are going absolutely crazy. If this was an epic movie or a sappy romantic novel, I would probably say that he is simply and swiftly sweeping me off my feet here.
When we get to the front of the line, we let the others get in first and take the last clam. Owen holds my hand, letting me step aboard first, before getting in beside me. His arm sliding around my waist.
Soon I am giggling like crazy, as Owen is pointing, telling and singing along, looking like he is having the time of his life. He is just utterly adorable. I had never imagined a man like him would have a soft, kinda childish side like this to him. He seems nothing like the media portrays him.
“Oh this is the most romantic point ... I always hope he will kiss her”. Owen says as the music to ‘kiss the girl’ floats over us and the lake scene comes into view.
“Me too ... me too”. I sigh, glancing at him. Inside my head is screaming at me. You should kiss the girl Owen, please kiss me. And I decide that if he doesn't kiss me before I count down from ten, then I am going to kiss him.
Suddenly he turns to look at me and I am unsure if my heart has stopped beating, but I know for sure that I am holding my breath. As he softly sings along with the song, ending with saying: “Go on and kiss the girl”.
“Yeah ... please, go on and kiss the girl Owen”. I look at him, raising one eyebrow and the most cheeky smile slides over his lips.
“Relax darling, I was planning to”. He whispers and he does. He gently pulls me closer, and presses his lips to mine.
I'm not sure how to describe it, I mean in books it is always something about fireworks exploding or time standing still, but it is nothing like that. His lips are soft, his tongue seaking mine is wet and warm. It is all new, but also like coming home. It is a wild, exciting ride, but also like snuggling up in a warm bed on a Sunday morning. It is like chocolate melting on your tongue only to reveal that it’s laced with sea salt and chili. It is everything.
*Owen*
Okay so my inner voice is kind of high fiving itself right now. Me, I am breathless and dizzy.
Her lips feel perfect against mine, like they were made to fit. I feel an urge to protect her like a fierce lion and to worship the ground she treads upon. I am lost in her, lost in the kiss, in a way I have never been before.
“Hey you two ... are you gonna get off or take an extra ride ?” I hear Shekinah call, reluctantly breaking the kiss when I realise that the ride is over.
I hurriedly get up, knowing my ears are burning as I offer Hope my hand, helping her out. “Whoops”.
“Oh leave them alone Shekinah”. Sarah says, elbowing her. “I think they are adorable”.
Shekinah giggles. “Oh they are, but they needed to get off the ride, or kids on the next ride around risk seeing things that aren't pg”.
“Hey I am in total control of myself”. I tell my sister, as we are leaving the ride.
“Okay ... let’s call it that”. She smiles sweetly at me. “You might want to take a minute to calm your enthusiasm sweetie, just in case someone snaps a picture of you”.
I quickly adjust myself so that it is less obvious how much I like our kiss. I mean it’s natural, but it could make for some awkward pictures that I'd rather not explain.
The rest of the day I have to hold myself back, I mean part of me kind of just wants to kiss her, to hold her in my arms. But I also know that it is best to hold back a bit, there are cameras everywhere these days, especially at a place like Disneyland.
But I do sneak some kisses in dark corners and secret places and on top of the ferris wheel, where hopefully no one can see us.
We stay to watch the fireworks and I throw caution to the wind, standing behind her with my arms around her and her body leaning against me. “So darling, what are your plans after this ?”
“Hmm well they were going home ... and I think they still are ... but maybe your plans or at least direction has changed ?” She whispers as she looks up at me.
“It has ?” As soon as the words are out my mouth I just want to kick myself. “Oh.. sure, it has. If you want it to have changed”.
She smiles at me. “I love for it to ... change”.
“That’s a date then”. I press a kiss to the top of her head. Feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach at the idea of what the night might bring.
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