Every Touch (Pt. 2)

Finally, we got to my new house. The house wasn't huge. It was a two-bedroom, one-bathroom home. I didn't need a big house, nor did I want one. The house was cold when we walked inside. I shivered and wrapped my sweater tighter around my body.

"Gosh, it's freezing in here," I said, blowing into my hands.

Gabe must have been cold too, because his lips were purple. His lips. I shook my head and realized I was thinking about kissing him. What is going on with me? I just met him after many years of not communicating since high school. He smiled up at me and took his jacket off his body, wrapping it around me. I smiled. That was so sweet, am I blushing?

"I can find out if the thermostat in here still works." He smiled warmly at me and went off on a search. I watched as he left and the images came swarming back into my head. He was kissing me, I was kissing him back. He took off my clothes, I took off his. He touched me all over and I wanted him inside of me.

I almost choked when I realized I was letting my mind take control. I had to step back outside to catch my breath. What was I thinking? He probably has a wife or a girlfriend. I JUST met him again. I need to calm down. I walked over to my car and unloaded some of my packages and hauled them inside. After a few more boxes, he came back up smiled that signature smile again.

"Guess who found the thermostat and set it to 75 degrees?" he asked. "This guy!" He threw finger guns at me and I almost choked from laughter.

His eyes grew wide and rushed over to me. "Oh god, are you okay?" he asked, concerned. I laughed and nodded.

"I'm okay. I just forgot you were humorous like this." I smiled up at him and he smiled back at me.

"You forgot about my humor? How could you forget? I was your best friend in high school." He clutched his heart dramatically and pretended to die on the floor. I giggled and knelt down beside him, playing along.

"No!" I fake cried, throwing my hands up into the air pretending to be in one of the cheesy drama movies. "Why God? WHY!" He lost character and laughed at me, grabbing me and tackling me to the ground, throwing me on top of him by accident. We immediately stopped laughing and stared at each other's eyes. We stayed like this for what seemed like a long time. My heart felt like it was going to jump out from my rib-cage.

The images in my head wouldn't stop. My head kept screaming at me to kiss him but I couldn't. I was frozen. He gulped and lifted his head from off the floor, closer to my face. I breathed heavier and I felt like I was going to go into cardiac arrest. He stopped inches from my lips and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry," he said. Then he gently picked me up and set me down on the ground. He stood up and walked over to the front door. "I'm sorry, I can't help you unpack. I have to go." He didn't make eye contact with me. He just left. I was left sitting on the ground, wondering how this had escalated so quickly in such a short amount of time.

I touched my lips gently with my cold fingertips

I pretended it was his lips.