She looked back at me, a teasing look in her eye. We sat facing each other. My heart beating ever quicker. She smiled at me, her mouth quirking upwards at each side, her nose crinkling and her eyes spasmodically shutting. . I laughed softly, this was a silence that was not entirely awkward. Her blonde hair was shoulder length, her green eyes set in a perfect face framed by cheeky bangs. Her body was equally perfect, but it was her face that held me captive.
I repeated myself, 'you are, you're perfect.' My conviction on the matter was so sincere that I was almost bemused that she thought I was making fun of her. I ran my hand down the stubble on my right cheek, scratched my chin, before moving my hand to her knee. 'I mean it.'
She looked embarrassed, turned her eyes down, and then looked back. 'I'm glad you think so, but I'm not, I'm over-weight.' She again turned her eyes to her lap.
'I'm not the only one, every guy who knows you loves you.' I said, as I wondered to myself if I was laying it on a little too thick. She laughed, a low tilting sound that I had been dreaming of since I met her.
She looked up, and found my eyes with her own. 'Thank you. You're a very sweet boy.' She unfolded her legs, before moving towards me on all fours like a lioness. 'You just implied that you love me.'
It was my turn to be embarrassed. I looked down, but only to steel my resolve. I looked back. 'Yes. I do. I always have.' My pulse raced. I was terrified. Now I would either have all my hopes dashed, or my dreams realised.
She smiled again, this time with only the right side of her lips, her eyes narrowing. 'I love you too.'
I gulped. It was one of those actions that looks contrived in my memory, when I project what I must have looked like. But it wasn't. My reaction too finding that my feelings were reciprocated by the woman of my dreams, was a comical gulp. She smiled wider, then we were kissing. I don't remember the approach, whether I went left or right, whether I closed my eyes on the way in, we were just kissing, my tongue swirling with hers.