‘Oh my God, he’s beautiful’. She eyed the man who’d just come from the building behind her. Using every ounce of courage she had, she stepped away from her hiding place beside the white stucco wall. Walking toward him in the twilight, she said a little prayer hoping he wouldn’t be too angry.
“Excuse me….” She watched his long hair sway as he turned around. At the same time she realized she’d startled him. She could tell by the way he moved, which wasn’t a great way to begin her little endeavor. ‘Four more steps and then remember to go up on the balls of your feet’, she told herself as she took another step.
He looked at her while one corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile as the girl came closer, until she was literally not a half foot away. He didn’t have a chance to say hello, ask her what the hell she was doing there, or even ask her name as she reached up and kissed him. He could feel her trying to draw the breath from his mouth so he opened it, allowing her to do just that. He tasted her lips.
‘Ah cinnamon candy’, he said to himself as his arms found her waist. He pulled her closer until he could feel her body against his own and immediately after he felt her shiver in the almost too warm evening air. A moment later, she was the one who finally pulled back. He could tell by the way she moved that she hadn’t wanted to.
“Thank you,” she finally said. “I’ve needed to do that for almost a year now.”
“You’re very welcome and hello. Do you have a name or are you keeping that a secret tonight?” he asked, chuckling.
“It’s not important,” she breathed out, unsure as to whether he’d even heard her. He watched as she inhaled deeply and then he smiled. He wanted to kiss her; he wanted to touch those lips once more.
“Would you like another?” he questioned with a low male growl. At the same time he was surprised at the way that one kiss had affected him.
She nodded her head slowly with a little grin of her own as he leaned in without waiting for an answer. Sliding across her lips with his own, he could feel her nails grip his sides and then ease up as if she were afraid. But it was the way her lips clung to his, saying without words that she wanted more. That alone made him tighten his own grip.
She didn’t realize until too late that she’d moaned softly as his tongue ran across her lips, causing them to open without permission. When his tongue met hers they danced a dance together but by then her senses were in overload, lost in the feeling of him. Her heart skipped more than one beat, but right then she didn’t care if it decided to stop beating forever. She’d dreamed of this exact moment so many times nothing in the world mattered except touching him.
He felt himself twitch with pleasure. Even though he wanted to back up, he couldn’t. It felt as if his lips were supposed to be there; as if his tongue was supposed to taste her. When he finally forced himself to move away, her eyes stayed closed while she sighed a small sigh. As his hand brushed across her cheek they finally opened and he watched as she stepped back and turned to leave.
“You don’t have to go you know. They won’t kick you out if I’m standing here beside you.”
She turned back blinking, while she tried to stop her tears. As she did, his eyes ran down her slowly, taking in the long blond hair, the dark eyes and then her body. She was probably 5’7” or so with all the curves of a woman. But it was her face that gave away her age. She sure as hell wasn’t 21 and more than likely closer to 18.
“I don’t want to miss the show. I stood in line for hours just to get a good seat.” She watched him shake his head and laugh.
“You like the music?” Enchanting came to mind as he listened her talk, and for some unknown reason he wanted to reach out and take her hand…so he did.
“The music is wonderful but more than that, it’s the words you write. It’s like they speak to me.” She could feel a blush rising up from her throat. He won’t see it, she said to herself as she tried to think of something a little more adult to add. “I’m sure everyone says that to you. But to me at least, you write from your soul. It’s as if you have to say what you say; if it sells it sells and if not, you don’t care.” There, an honest opinion with no ‘I just knew you wrote that for me’ implied.
“You’re very astute and absolutely right.” He’d heard every line before; each one trying to lure him into a one night stand, while he knew they always wanted something more. This was totally different and it left him feeling unsettled. No one understood why he wrote what he did. No one understood where he pulled his music from.
His fingers found her hair as he took a step closer, watching as she smiled again. “You know you’re quite beautiful. You must have lots of boyfriends.” He was almost annoyed. Listening to himself talk, he realized he sounded like a teenager with a crush.
“I don’t. I don’t date. I spend my time studying.”
“Studying?” He was repeating her words without a clue as to what to say.
“Yes,” she replied in a matter-of-fact voice. “I love school but I don’t know how I’ll feel about college. I guess I’ll find out soon enough though.”
‘High School…this is a high school girl you’re kissing’, rang in his head like a warning bell with a red flashing light mounted on top.
“Christ. How old are you?” he asked as he dropped her hand.
She looked down at her ankle boots, knowing it was time to leave. “Seventeen; I’ll go now. I’m sure you have things to do and people are starting to mill around, waiting for the doors to open.” She could feel the burn of tears once more just behind her eyes, but she refused to allow them to fall. She refused to embarrass herself like that.
“Yeah, you’re right I do. You know, if you were a few years older I’d take you inside and you could watch from backstage.”
“Thank you for the kisses and for being so kind. You know, I understand now that you’re as beautiful inside as you are outside.”
His eyes stayed on her as she slid through a gap in the gate, wanting to call out and ask her to stay anyway...almost needing her to stay. He shook his head as if he could make the past few minutes disappear, turned around, and headed back to the door and his dressing room, still seeing her face in his mind’s eye.
Inside she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She didn’t know whether to stay or leave. In the end she stayed and watched the show, exiting just after the curtain fell and the lights came on. ‘I’m going to dream about those kisses for a very long time and someday I promise I will meet him again’, she told herself as she headed toward her car and home.
And somewhere fate made a note in gold script with a silver pen and kept it, waiting for that perfect moment in time.art writing here…