His eyes were shut tightly, his palms began to sweat,his hair seemed tohim to be growing and his legs turned to mush. What was this? What was happening? Why couldn't he move, why could his heart not lift his chest, why was he holding his breath?
Then he realized she was still kissing him. He lowered his head, ashamed of his bodily reaction to her. Ashamed that he couldn't find the strength to kiss her back. Ashamed that he hadn't though of it first. Now, ashamed tha he made her think that he didn't want to be kissing her.
"Sorry Young I guess I just got carried away..." As usually, surely he was embarassed for her impulsions.
"No, no, don't apologize, I just realized that I wasn't breathing..." No apologies needed. No. No excuses. She really did mean to kiss him and he really did mean to enjoy it and maybe now he had ruined his chances.
"Oh, well are you okay now?" How did she do that? How did she always make him most important in her thoughts? How did she always think of him first in all things and herself second? How was she not too shy, nor too embarassed nor too tired of boys and the things they say to girls to always wonder if Young was alright? Was it Young or was it just in her nature? Or did she like Young so much because of her nature?
A split second and a million miles later he responded with an all to passive "Yea..."
Young, why can you never speak to her the way you plan or the way she needs?
Talk is cheap any how. He leaned in, took a deep breath, and kissed her more passionately than she ever thought him capable of.
And with great joy, he was finally understanding how to love her.
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