There was that time before I really knew you where I felt an uneasiness in our interactions. I’m awkward and I can never anticipate what any person is thinking when they talk with me, and you always made me feel so inferior in every way. It wasn’t always your fault, sometimes I have the world’s lowest self confidence. Either way, I couldn’t tell if you liked me or were mocking me and I couldn’t even stand still without looking out of place.
Standing in the library stacks that day, looking for a book on something-or-other I could feel you near me. Your presence had a weight to it, as if you were making my eyes water or leaving a tightness around my throat. I looked behind me but you weren’t there.
I couldn’t say I was scared of you, but I think I was scared of the way I would be if you gave me the attention I really wanted. You were so sure of yourself and I was so much the opposite that I knew you would consume me. I would do anything for you. I practically did.
All it took was the feeling of an almost touch. Your hand resting on the shelf just past my head and an inch or two from mine. My voice caught in my lungs and tangled up with my breath. I stared at you while you asked me what I was looking for.
I said something stupid that didn’t make sense and the look you gave me made me visibly shiver. Those stone blue eyes and lips like cherries weakened me. I was just a lovesick girl with a crush that couldn’t be quenched but for a long swim against your kiss. But I felt like I was drowning.
Can other people see when your eyes dart too and fro? I tried to steady them and felt the heaviness of my silence.
“You know people get caught making out back here, right?” Why would you tell me that? It was so forward. Was it a joke? Was it your Uber confidence exerting it’s will on me?
“I uh, haven’t kissed anyone in a while. Definitely not the library.” Awkward. So-fucking-awkward.
“Oh, no. I wasn’t accusing you of being one of them,” you laughed, “just commenting on what a risqué place the library could be. Could you be quiet enough to, well, see how far you could go.”
I turned to look at you, pulling my hands back and clutching my arms to my chest. My body recoiling while my muscles tense.
“I, yeah no. I didn’t mean it like that just-, I don’t know why I said that.”
I wanted to kiss him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Try to make me scream while I tried to hold it in. Pushing me so far he knows I’m going to break and he shoves his fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet. Moaning and sucking at his skin while he lays claim to my lust.
“That’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just saw you here and wanted to…say.”
“Say what, that thing about kissing?” I cocked my head and pursed my lips tight. My fingers rolled my shirts fabric between them nervously.
You laughed again, “yeah uh, I guess. Who knows why we say some things, huh?”
“We usually say things because we want them,” I muttered and kept my eyes just out of the center of yours. You looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Is that what you think?” You smirked.
I half nodded and half shrugged.
“Well,” you moved your hand from the shelf to your side, then hovering around my waist as you slid past me, “you may be right. Maybe we’ll find out someday.”
With that you moved past me, your hand on my elbow sending a jolt through me that I’m sure you felt. I wanted to reach out and grab you. I wanted to rip at your shirt and run my fingers through your hair. I felt my entire body contracting inward ready to violently release.
As you moved down the stacks I called out, but it was more a sound than a word. You stopped and turned to look at me, staring.
“Can we, um, do this again? Sometime?”
You nodded, “uh huh. Let’s leave it to chance. I do better with spontaneity, and you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
You left me with those words. It was the start of whatever it was that we were. When I finally exhaled I couldn’t stop my chest from heaving, as if I had run a marathon. I was shaking and needed to sit down. I almost felt like crying and the only thing I could think about was when I could be near him again.