Miracle's Pov
I smiled. I talked about myself as little as possible and he didn't push for more.
I settled for listening to him as he listed his dreams and plans for Oswald.
Weeks went by, he was cordial but every single part of me yearned for him. He was alluring as he was charming, he was playful and he said all the right things yet kept his distance from me physically.
We seemed to talk forever about nothing in particular and each day I would think he would kiss me but he didn't.
And so I took matters into my own hands. I had managed to sneak out without my protection details and I met up with him in a park.
It was evening and the birds were cheerful and the sky was bluer than ever. It was a beautiful day.
I snuck up behind him and hugged him from behind, he turned around instantly, his face breaking into a soft smile at my sight.
"Happy birthday, sweetness. You are officially an adult!" He said and leaned towards me.
I thought he was going to finally kiss me but he didn't instead he kissed my cheek before pressing a box into my palm.
I was disappointed about the kiss.
I opened the box and it was a pair of beautiful earrings.
"Wow, thanks" I said heartily.
Material things especially jewelry weren't my cup of tea but they came from Stevie, so they were special.
For a while we chatted endlessly and then I went for it.
I crossed the invisible barrier between us.
His hands lifted in a defensive gesture, which was comical in light of the difference between our sizes. I touched his palms, so gently it almost felt like I wasn't touching him.
I could sense when his pulse quickened. I thought if I never had anything else, I want to have this moment.
"Let go" I said, my voice thick. "Let
go. "
His breath had quickened, and he gave a slight shake of his head. Nerves were jumping in every part of my body. We both knew what I was going to do if he released me.
Suddenly his hands opened. I moved forward and pressed my body against his, length to length. I gripped the back of his neck, discovering the toughness of his muscles. I tugged his head down until his lips caught mine. I thought he would put up a fight but he didn't.
Even if he did, I would fight for him because he is something worth fighting for, I have waited my whole life to have someone worth fighting for.
I wasn't going to let go.
His shoulders hunched over and around me, his free arm clamping across my back as if he wanted to pull me inside himself.
He kissed me over and over, trying to discover every way our mouths could fit together. He tasted the inside of my mouth, his breath coming in rushes against my cheek, it made everything sensitive to touch.
The intimate flavor of him made me swoon
He pried away my clinging arms and urged me back with a forceful push
."Oh, hell!" he whispered, shivering.
I wasn't the only one that was affected.
Good! Yeah, good!
He moved away from me.
"Damn, " he muttered again.
I felt sleepy and dazed, my balance wavering in the sudden absence of his support, he reached out and he steadied me.
"I'm too old for you" he said.
"I know"
"It's not right. You are seventeen and I'm twenty four…"
"I am eighteen and I don't care" I said with every truthfulness in me
I watched him take a breath like he was giving it a thought. I saw his blue eyes dim a little bit just before he reached out to me.
"Stop me now or I swear to God, I will kiss you again!" He said like there was something in hell that was capable of making me stop him.
Not even a thunderstorm or lightning could come between us.
"Stevie"
"Miracle…"his voice was low and he was breathing maybe a little faster. "come here, you taste so good"
I went willingly and I fell instantly. He looked at me like I was the sun and moon rolled into one…that look on his face said that everything about me pleased him and he burned for me.
He was my heart and soul!
He was my world and I disappeared into him just as fast.
I fell in love hopelessly and now, I am sitting in a little yellow bus with the biggest ache I have ever felt, wondering how the boy who looked at me like I was everything good about his life…stood in a dirty restaurant restroom and told me without blink that he was choosing someone else over me…I wanted to understand what went wrong that turned the prince charming I always wanted into a demon of biblical proportion.
I wanted to figure it out and maybe if I did, I could breathe again.
I tried but I couldn't. I was left struggling for breath.
Stevie took my breath away and good Lord, it wasn't in a good way.