14 June 2012
Canoe rides and laying under the stars can lead to a lot I guess. We kissed on that raft for a long time. It was only with in an hour of seeing you too.
You stared at me
So I stared back
After your round in the beer pong tournament you asked if I wanted to go canoeing. So we held hands walking to the beach. I'm not sure who took who's hand, it was probably a joint attraction. Paddling out there we were talking about something, but it beats me. You pulled the canoe up onto the raft so it wouldn't float away. We laid down under the sky of sparklers ignited up above. More stars than I'd seen all summer. I wanted to kiss you. I think you wanted to kiss me too. Your body rolled closer to mine and you lightly pushed my hair from my face and kissed my frozen lips. This time without hesitation I kissed back. We almost fell off the raft so you moved me to the other side and kept kissing me. "I feel like you want to go back," he questioned staring at the shore. I wanted nothing more than to stay planted right where I was kissing you. "I want to stay right here kissing you."Good me too," he said and kept his lips close to mine. Our shirts wiggled off. The air was frigid against my skin and almost unbearable. "You don't even like me," I stopped for a second doubting all of this. "You don't know that," he said. My thoughts had trouble coming to a conclusion of what that meant so I just ignored it. "It's getting cold." "Here," he sounded short handing me his sweater that read Wisconsin on the front. Strange, I loved the badgers. "Thanks, let's go back." We managed to get in the canoe, we made it back to shore, and up those awful stairs. I went and smoked with the boy I always smoke with. When we were done his arm was set friendly around my shoulder, "Thanks Tay." Inside I saw you sitting in a chair alone you looked at me and pointed to the little amount of room you had left for me to sit in, you curled your finger up calling for me to come over. We cuddled in front of your friends. You kissed me in front of them. Soon we went to bed in the basement room and we kept kissing. For some reason time went by so slow. I liked it though it meant more time with you. You thought you were pushing me but it was really me doing the pushing. You can't have back what I took from you. I fell asleep on you chest like I had before. At six thirty I was woken up by your fire siren alarm clock jumping from being so frightened. "I'm going to go see if he left me here," he left the room and I put my yoga pants and short back on. I laid in bed knowing that he probably wouldn't be back. But five minutes later he came back. "He left me, can you give me a ride to his house soon?" "Yeah sure." He crawled back into bed and he put his chilly arms around me. I felt safe. I felt uncomfortable. I felt like a whore. I felt happy though. I rolled over and he brought himself even closer holding my hand. This was all real. It had to have been. Both of us were completely sober now. Soon I got out of bed and gave him a ride. When he got out of the car he looked right at me and said, "We should go canoeing sometime." I laughed and tried to hide my huge smile, "Yes we should." He closed my door and walked to his truck. I drove home.
You Can't Take It Back • Opuss № I