John brushed his fringe out of his eyes, to see her better. He gazed at her eyes, eyes of dark chocolate, eyes of pure innocence, eyes which once looked upon him with love. He bit on his lower lip at this, running a hand through her hair.
Jenny flinched at this and she turned to the side, their eyes breaking contact. She couldn't bear that look he gave her, that look of such longing and sadness. It brought her guilt and contempt, contempt at herself. They were so close she could feel his chest heaving, and yet she still felt the gap, the insurmountable void that had torn at her since weeks past. His hand slid through her hair and rested on her cheek, gently turning her face so she looked at him.
John knew why she had turned away, but it did little for his heart as it ached even more. He looked at her freckles, those which had drawn him to her at the beginning. He lowered his mouth to hers, all the time looking at her eyes. But there was no love in them.
Jenny tensed, despite expecting it, her hands clenching into fists. This time she had no where to turn to escape that gaze, so she closed her eyes. It was her first kiss and yet... it was nothing she imagined it to be. Perhaps once she had dreamt of kissing John under the cloak of dark and the shimmer of the stars, but now it was all she could do to stop from pushing him away. She had promised him this, if only to make him... and herself feel better.
As their lips met, John laughed silently, bitterly at himself. She promised to have sex with you as a final farewell; and you expect her to suddenly love you again? John fought back these thoughts, determined to do it. He had longed for this, every date, every meeting, every glance, he dreamed about how her lips would feel, how she would breathe as she lay under him. All that was in his grasp; her first kiss, her first time in bed and yet he felt a pain beyond none he had felt before. As he felt her lips on his, the past came racing back, flooding him.
