Two HeartsA Story by Jenny-Jen-JenA short write based on a reoccuring dream I've been having... well, a reoccuring memory I guess I should say.Two Hearts The sun was warm on my skin and a little blinding as I
looked up to the sky. I peeked through my squinting eyes and admired the few
scattered clouds and the bright yellow and blue light. The sounds of nature
surrounded us; birds chirping and a slight breeze humming through the tall
trees that somehow didn’t seem to provide any shade to us. We sat at a picnic
table, old and worn, in the middle of a small neighborhood park. It was quiet
and his hand held onto mine tightly. I took the moments of silence to really study his
appearance. He was tall. Even sitting down, he seemed to keep a good six or
seven inches above my highest level. He wore a light-washed pair of blue jeans
that fit him nicely, a pair of black, K-Swiss brand, tennis shoes, which I had
noticed before we had sat down at the table, and a form fitting red t-shirt
with a black scroll print design on the front. The shirt clings to his arm
muscles that are so defined that, while even relaxed, are easily recognizable. His skin is a coffee colored tan. His hair is short, brown,
and a little spiked on top, but it looks soft to the touch. His eyes shine in
the sunlight and when he catches me staring, he squeezes my hand playfully. His
mouth moves as he talks, but I couldn’t tell you what the conversation is about.
Nervousness has overcome me, so I just nod when I think it’s appropriate and
try to keep smiling. Eventually the conversation picked up and I found myself
laughing. The smile on my face simply grew as we sat in the park enjoying that
quiet Saturday. As he held my hand, he let his thumb stroke across mine in a
soothing pattern and his eyes never left mine. And I started to feel happy. After a while of sitting in the neighborhood park, he spoke
of another park, a better one, which he’d rather spend our day together at. I
didn’t mind leaving considering I knew I’d be spending the day with him either
way. So we got up from the old picnic table and headed toward the car, his hand
still holding onto mine. We walked slowly, too slowly, and my nerves began to rise
again. I took a step or two ahead, heading up a small hill, between a small
patch of tall trees, towards the road where the car was parked. But as I
continued to walk, he stopped. His hold on my hand forced me to a stop, which
then also caused me to turn. He was looking down for the first seconds of this
moment, but quickly looked to me. From my stance on the hill, I was just barely
below his height. The shade from these trees now sheltered us from the
brightness of the sun. He smiled and then took another step closer to me, letting
go of my hand and placing his on my side. I looked up to him nervously, but
smiled happily with anticipation. With his other hand he brushed my long hair
back and leaned in. Suddenly, his cool, moist lips were pressed against mine.
The kiss was soft, but sweet, and somewhere along the way I believe I forgot to
keep breathing because when he finally pulled away he let out a chuckle and
said “Breathe, silly.” And I realized I hand my hands clinging to his shirt and
was in need of a deep breath or two. And I let out a nervous laugh or two
before his lips found my cheek. He held me there, in blissful happiness, for a moment. And there
was nothing but the sounds of nature echoing through the trees in the park that
filled the air. Before we continued on our way to the other park, he regained
his hold on my hand and gave it a playful squeeze. It was then, in that moment,
I knew I was where I needed to be. © 2012 Jenny-Jen-JenAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 11, 2012 Last Updated on December 11, 2012 Tags: Love, First Kiss, First Date, Romance, Two Hearts, Kiss AuthorJenny-Jen-JenMo-Town, NCAboutDeath is Peaceful. Life is Harder. I base my writing upon what comes to mind, what I'm going through, and true feelings. I'm opinionated, and sometimes you'll see that shine through the cracks of m.. more..Writing
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