Chapter 5

I got home that night with Bryce. It turns out, he lived down the street from me. Who knew? My parents seemed impressed with him. He acted politely and knew when to say 'No ma'am. Yes sir.' I could tell that he was someone that my family wanted me to have.

"So are you okay?" Bryce says to me when he and I are in my room. Alone.

"Yea. I guess...I don't know." I say looking away.

"Well, I want you to be happy." He says to me. I feel his hand on my chin, pulling my face to look at his. His chocolate eyes bore into me, sending me a million miles away.

Things this night happened differently than I had planned them to happen. First, when I went to the beach Bryce was there and after that Hayden was there as well. He was drunk and acting like a total butt-head. But now the room, my room, was getting hot. Hot enough to make me sweat and things seemed to just pass as a blur. Bryce reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He played with it for about two minutes and gave it to me.

"Give me your number?" He asked.

"Sure." I smiled. How could I resist his choco-ness eyes.

He smiled as well as I had. I wasn't sure but he really didn't stop looking at me, not to be conceited or anything. And as if on cue, my heart began to thump faster. There we sat on my bed, criss-cross-apple-sauce style looking at each other. We talked for a bit and sometimes we sat in silence. We laughed about stupid little jokes and we got all serious about things. I hadn't noticed but his hand was slightly touching mine. Theweirdest thing was that I didn't move it, I left it there. I wanted to feel the warmth he had given to me earlier this night. The perfect sweetnessI yearned for.

No one bothered us. We continued to talk and talk. I felt closer to him than I had ever felt for anyone else. Which was weird because I've only known him for a day or two and I already was attracted to him. I was lost in thought and I hadn't noticed that his hand was completely covering my hand now, his other hand on my chin. He leaned in, softly. I leaned in as well, feeling the warmth of his breath on my lip. Closer. We were nearly there, now I bet he could feel the warmth of my breath. I could tell that he was nervous because no boy took this long. And then the thought sprang in my mind, why not I do it?

So I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips were pressed against his and I could tell he was fighting for control. But I had it, for once besides for being at the beach, I had the control I always yearned for. I got closer to him, pulling him on top of me as I leaned back in my bed. He was still nervous, but why? I kissed my way to his neck, seeing he enjoyed it or so I thought. He put his hand on my back, forcing me on top of him. I felt his hand on the small of my back, causing it to warm. I knew if he moved his hand, I would feel cold.We, now, had gotten to a new level of kissing. One I have never reached. Then the phone rang, startling us.

I reached for it. "Hello?" I say. Bryce was still on my bed but now he seemed as if he were trapt.

"Giselle?"

"Yes. Who may this be?"

"Your secret lover! Ha. Yes. I saw you tonight at the beach. You looked beautiful crying. But that other 'man' needs to go. I don't want things to get in the way. You know, between you and I." Click.

Bryce must have seen the horror on my face. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." I walked over to me bed and laid down next to him. "I'm sorry for getting carried away."

He looked at me curious at what I was talking about. "Oh. You didn't. Well. I mean you didn't get carried away because I wanted that but I mean I'm not easy or anything. But there is just something about you Giselle. Something that makes me want to reach for you and just," He paused. Looked at the clock. "Shit! I need to get home. I'm sorry for my language. But I need to go."

He began to get up to leave. I grabbed his wrist and he looked down at me. I stood up and looked into his eyes. I hugged him. He was so warm. Not even a volcano could compare to him. He took off his jacket, noticing that I admired his hugging. "Take it. You need it more than I." He said. I put it on, over my shoulders. It was huge on me! Jeez, what size does he wear?

"One last favor Bryce." I said. One hand of his was on the door knob, the other in my hand.

"Sure."

"Kiss me once more."

He let go of the door and kiss me softly on the lips. A kiss worth waiting for. I liked his kisses. They were soft, even the intense ones. I couldn't wait for the next kiss even during the one I was in. But now I wasn't sure if it wsa his kisses that I wanted more than he. I liked the way he would look in the semi-big clothes for him. I mean, they weren't huge clothes for him but they were decent to his size.I liked the way he would comfort me, although it has only been once. I liked the way he looked at me, with eyes trying to look through my body frame trying to get to my personality. But above all of those things, I liked the way I knew he would always be there for me.

He left that night at 11:32. I went to sleep that night at 12:12. I couldn't break away the kisses we shared earlier. I couldn't break away the smell of his jacket. I closed my eyes and began to dream of him. He couldn't get out of my mind but to be honest, I didn't want him to.