7 April 2012
I warmed up quickly, but wanted to stay in Jude's arms for as long as possible. He smelled so good, a musky, soapy sweet smell. I let my fingers trace around the ridges of his knuckles and eventually all the way up his arm, to his neck and then to his prefect, angular face. My fingers touched the side of his lips and he parted them slightly. As I grazed my pinky over the partition, he bit down on it extremely softly, just holding it in place. I stole a glance at him from under my lashes, and he was looking down at me, too. He released my pinky, gently. I hoisted myself up slightly, so my face was in line with his, and put my hands in his ink black hair. He moved closer, leaning his forehead against mines. I closed my eyes, and then felt his warm lips on mines. For a second, I didn't know how to react, not because I was taken by surprise, but because I didn't know how to kiss. Was there a wrong way? What if he thought I was too young and immature for his eighteen years? Could my innocence ruin every molecule of chemistry between us? After that half second of doubt, I pressed my lips into his, too and kissed him back softly. It felt as If a firework was going off inside of me, all my emotions channeled into one. Jude released his lips then, and I opened my eyes. It had only lasted a moment, and it was just a light kiss, but it made me see him in a totally new perspective. I gazed into Jude's blue eyes, and saw my smile reflected in them. He must have been feeling the same way as I was.
"Your so...beautiful..." Jude murmured, cupping my face in his hands. His skin was cool against my blush-warm cheeks. I'd never had anyone call me beautiful, except from my parents, and that was grudged. How wrong this moment was, Jude and I in his fathers car, me soaked through with the rain, but it felt completely right.
"I'd do anything just to stay here with you," I murmured, burying my face into his chest.
"Then come away with me," Jude replied, stroking my damp hair. I looked up then, into his honest eyes. For that moment, I forgot about the life I had at home, the life my mother had set up to ensure that everything I did was done to the optimum, a life which came with strict rules and boundaries. A life which I had been protected from any sexual feelings I may posses. Jude was the first boy I'd ever met, and he had shown me a different life, a life that every other teenager lived. I'd learned that my own life had been shielded away from the world.
Suddenly, the obedience my mother had taught me was overruled by the love I had for Jude.
"Yes," I said, "I will."
Come With Me? • Opuss № I