*he shuts his eyes as she touches his face, and shudders. how her thumbs touch his goatee, that’s new. that’s new and wonderful and he hoped she would do this again for him if anything is to come of this. it feels like it is? he chews at his bottom lip before he opens his eyes and looks at her, his face tinted purple all over again. almost mister grape, but not quite*
s-so… we could take this… just one day at a time…? to.. together?
It was as if he were reading her mind, her eyes blinking as she gazes into his. Her face melts into a soft smile, her tears drying. She couldn’t believe something so wonderful was happening to her.
“Yes. We can..see where this goes..because I really do like you Jack..a lot..I’m still just..trying to wrap my mind around it..No one’s ever liked me before..I mean..not like that…”
And she blushed, her palms merely resting on his cheeks. Her eyes wandered to his lips and she tried to avert her eyes, her blush deepening into a nice cherry color.
*his eyes watch hers and he, quickly, looks at her lips as well but just as quickly looks back to her face, that was tinted like a cherry similiar to how his was tinted like a grape. how odd it was that, despite how different they were, they seemed to fit. how glad he was he had stumbled upon her blog when he did, all of her photos, her little entries about he days and things like that. how happy he was taht h, finally, had gotten the courage to message her and ask how she is, how he day is, and now look at them…*
w-well it’s. it’s something you’re going to have to get used to c-cuz i really, really like you like that.
…and i. i’d like to kiss you. a lot. b-but i’m afraid if i do i’m going to hug you and kiss you and never want to let you go again.
Jack Maple 