Amber Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
He had her falling at first sight....

Submitted: February 18, 2012

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He wouldn’t be considered beautiful by society’s ridiculous standards, in fact some might find him quite unattractive, but his short dark brown wavy, almost curly hair begged me to caress its soft little ringlets. His bone structure wasn’t what you’d describe as “chiseled” but it wasn’t soft either, there was a perfect balance. He was about 6’2 with the body that was made purely for the sole purpose of holding someone in an enticingly warm and comforting embrace. His above average height and inviting body was perfect for my awkward 5’9 height and he wasn’t beautiful by society’s standard but I found him undeniably irresistible, and I would lap up anything he offered like a starved kitten. All that flashed thru my mind right before I took a misstep that sent me tumbling down a flight of stair but, that would be the first step to the greatest times of my life. His unforgettable amber, almost gold eyes surrounded by lush lashes, deep with worry were the last things I saw before I fell into the numbing dark embrace of unconsciousness.

When I came to the radiant image of him smirking at me flashed into my mind with the burning intensity of a thousand suns. Or maybe it was just the burning bright lights of the hospital. The air smelled of industrial grade cleaning agents, and was very chilly. The bed had the trademark ability of hospital beds that made you uncomfortable no matter how much you tossed and turned and your body begged for rest. After I methodically processed my surroundings like the true neurotic I was, I tried to get up to check myself out because there was clearly no reason for me to be there. As soon as I got to my feet, a quick pain erupted from my side and my right foot. Like a thief in the night, the juggernaut robbed me of my breath and brought me to my knees. Writhing in pain I lay there on the cold ground for what seemed like centuries but was probably only a few minutes until a kind nurse walked into my room and helped me back into bed. Some official looking character (which I assume was my doctor) walked in and gave me that artificial smile that someone gives you when they are lying or when they are about to give you bad news. The doctor mumbled some complicated medical jargon that I only understood from my lonely nights spent watching some show on Discovery Health. He basically told me I had twisted my right ankle and fractured my fifth rib on my left side. I would be confined to crutches and pain meds for the next weeks.

When I got back to school about a week later, I tried to retrace my steps in the hopes of bumping into amber eyes. I don’t know what I would have done or what I would have said if I saw him, I just knew I wanted to see his face again. I wanted to reassure myself that he wasn’t a trick conjured up by my lonely mind. Days went by with no signs of him. I was thinking of giving up, but while crutching to my ride after my classes, I absentmindedly walked into someone. Being the klutz I am, I helplessly fell to the floor crutches and all while my counterpart stood undaunted.

“I’m so sorry” the stranger said with his hand stuck out to help me up. I clasped the outstretched hand without thought. The stranger had the softest hand and a firm grip that spoke of an untapped inner strength. When my clutches had been kindly returned to me, I finally had the courage to look up to see whose soft hand I just clasped. Standing in front of me was amber eyes in all his majestic glory. His hair was a little tousled like he just ran his hand through it, but that only added to his beauty. In the fading sunlight, his amber eyes shone a soft gold color, rivaling the bright brilliance of the sun. I was giddy with excitement and honestly getting a bit lightheaded and was quickly losing my balance, but before I fell again he quickly gripped me by the arm and wrapped a protective yet gentle arm around my torso.

He then jokingly said “don’t fret luv, I’ve got you, and we wouldn’t want a repeat of last Tuesday”. I quickly looked down out of shame, feeling my cheeks burn, but he seemed to get a kick out of making me flushed because I heard him chuckling above me.

With him so close I could smell his sent of soap and skin and it was almost as intoxicating as his sight. He had clear skin, lacking the pockmarks that plagued many youths today. Everything was just so right and I just wanted to lean into his embrace but I decided against it as not to scare him away. When I came out of my thoughts amber eyes was carefully leading me to a bench conveniently located a few paces away from us. His hands where still on my body, but when we sat down he dropped his hands almost reluctantly from me. I let out a small mouse like cry of protest but quickly masked it with a cough. His all too knowing self confident smirk grew to a charming smile that made me fluster and gave life to the butterflies in my stomach.

“Cold?” he asked still grinning.

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” I croaked out.

We sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying the presence of one another when he asked “so, are we waiting for someone?” I stared at him trying to beckon the words out of my suddenly dry mouth. When nothing came out, he continued with “because I’m not going to leave you here all alone.”

This was my chance to prove I wasn’t some foolish damsel in distress who couldn’t keep her ass of the ground. It was my chance to say something intelligent and witty, but instead I simply said “I don’t need your help.” At least my voice wasn’t shaky like the last time I spoke. He cast me a challenging glance and then looked at my bandaged leg. Feeling defeated I said “I’m waiting for my friend to pick me up since it would be near impossible and unsafe to drive with this thing on my foot.”

He said no more, so we waited, and waited, and waited. The temperature was quickly dropping and so was the sun, when he politely said “you know I could just drop you off, seeing as your ride isn’t here yet.”

Irritated I spat out “I never asked you to stay here with me and I’m sure my ride is just around the corner, so lay off.” With that he turned around and waited with me some more. The sun had set and the street lights were coming on. We were engulfed in the sounds of nighttime.

“What time is your friend coming again?” he asked sarcastically.

I was tired of sitting out here so I said sheepishly “you said something about you driving me home?” He smiled, got up and offered me a hand. When we got to his car he politely helped me into the car. The car started and so did the radio. I heard a familiar song emanating from the speakers and I grinned when I looked up he was smiling at me and we stayed there for a while grinning like fools at each other. He cleared his throat, changed gears and smoothly pulled out of the parking lot onto the highway.

I directed him to my townhouse I shared with a close friend with short and detached directional words like “turn here” or “stop there” and before I knew it we pulled up to my home. He put the car in park and turned to face me and even though it was dark I could tell he was looking into my eyes. He started off with “I’m so sorry, I know I’m partly to blame for you leg.”

“It’s not a big deal, knowing myself it was bound to happen sooner or later, and besides I should look before I walk.” I tried to sound comforting but it obviously wasn’t working because the frown lines on his face deepened.

“How can I make it up to you?” he breathed out, and then he added “maybe I can become your wheels until you can drive again.”

The idea excited me but I didn’t say yes or no, I shifted to unbuckle my seatbelt and he was at my door in seconds helping me up. He carried my book bag and walked me to the front door; he even waited while I slowly fumbled with my keys in the dark. When I opened the door he handed me my bag and right before I closed it, I heard him quietly say “try not to hurt yourself luv.”

Or maybe it was all in my mind. I yawned and realized how tired I was, physically and emotionally. I quickly divested myself of my clothes and jumped into bed. I was asleep within minutes but my sleep was anything but restful because it was haunted by a certain handsome individual. His golden eyes glowed with an internal radiance as he smiled at me. I felt his heat pouring from him so I shivered in anticipation. He moved closer and wrapped his hands around me like earlier today but unlike then this was more personal and I felt it bone deep. I put my head on his chest and inhaled deeply and I felt his hand tighten around me. This was heaven. His hands loosened their protective grip on me and right before I was about to voice my protest, his soft fingers caressed my chin and lifted my face up. The passion burning in his eyes killed any protest that was forming in my throat. His face was alarmingly close to mine and I felt his hot breath on my face. I felt his strong hands sliding up my back to cradle my head and his face looked as if they were getting closer to mine. Warm lips met my forehead in a feathery soft kiss that made me shiver. My eyes fluttered close on instinct and a riot of emotions flared in my body. I felt like I was floating, lost in a turbulent sea of ecstasy. His lips left my forehead and when I opened my eyes they were moving to my lips. My breathing and heart rate picked up, my fingers tighten around his body. His lips brushed mine and my body flared all senses alive. I was lightheaded in anticipation for more. He was leaning in for a second kiss when a loud buzzing noise brought me out of my slumber and stole my magical dream away from me. I quickly showered and dressed for school, anticipating seeing amber eyes later that day. The day dragged on slower than usual and when my last class finally came to an end, I hobbled as fast as my crutches would allow me to the spot we met at yesterday. He was standing there looking impeccable. When I walked up to him he flashed me his easy grin that had the uncanny ability of making me feel flushed.


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