Hands Entwined

Dec 08, 2015 11:03

She didn’t know how it happened, but it happened. One minute they were on the stairs, talking about something trivial when she felt her face being pulled in closer and before she knew it, two soft lips had met hers.

What started out as an innocent meeting between two friends soon turned into a burning desire for both.

They had met on the terrace of a widely acclaimed hotel on a cold December night. She was a girl from the south. Not used to the biting cold. He, a person from the north who embraced the cold like an old friend. This was their first meeting. After weeks of exchanging texts, they had finally gotten the opportunity to meet each other. She had walked in, sweaty hands, turbulent stomach and unaware of what or rather who was waiting.  He met her with a hug and suddenly the invisible cloud that hung over her, disappeared. In the process of sharing a laugh and sipping on a few drinks, she found her hands entwined in his.

It felt nice.

It felt comfortable.

It felt safe.

They walked the roads, hands still entwined, as he sipped on his coffee and she explored the city with open eyes. She had to leave but he wouldn’t let her. Holding her back with mere words and simple smiles. They sat on a flight of stairs, the single streetlight complimenting their faces. They spoke of everything. From the beauty of the stars to the drunk stories of their friends.

She placed her head on her knees and watched him ramble animatedly as the light danced off his cheeks. He stopped midway. She looked up wondering what had gone wrong. He brought a hand to her chin, pulling closer.

She leaned in, heart racing, noise cancelling and streetlights dimming.

His lips felt soft. It was momentary but perfect. They pulled apart, blood rushing to their cheeks. It was hard to make eye-contact. She turned away, a grin taking over her entire face. She hid in the crook of her arm, trying to reel her mind back in. It felt like a big ball of particles had exploded in her brain and were now travelling to every inch of her body, igniting nerves she never knew existed. His eyes twinkled as he saw her reaction. She tried keeping a straight face but each time she looked at him, there it was. That inevitable grin that refused to go away.

She didn’t know car rides could be romantic. But now she did. She spent the entire ride leaning against him, listening as he lectured her on pollution levels in the city and law cases he was studying of.

Hands still entwined.

He placed soft kisses on her forehead, each tingling the nerves in her spine. She didn’t want to leave but she had to. Their goodbye was brief and fast. She rushed out of the car, tripping on her feet. He held onto her, his fingers tugging at hers. And as she moved away, he wrapped her into his broad frame and placed one final kiss on her temple.

She didn’t expect the night to go the way it did. But she was glad it did. It awakened in her a feeling that seemed like a faraway dream all these years.

It left her breathless and wanting for more.

It left her with random smiles and warm fuzzy feelings.

It left her happy.

It left her heart entwined.

A/N: so this is just something that's been going on in my head for the past 3~4 days and I had to let them all out.

ramblings, personal, author: simplyplan

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