He left, whistling a tune that might have been a Frank Sinatra song from the elevator, "Fly Me to the Moon".” In the meantime, definitely take that shower." In fact, I might have done something typically embarrassing and stupid, like making the aforementioned declaration of undying love, but Alex spared me. The rest of my brain answered: I have just been kissed by Alex Fierro. A small part of my brain thought, Alex is male right now. He had a chocolate moustache and goatee now, and chocolate down the front of his sweater vest. He studied me critically, his brown and amber eyes taking me in. Otherwise, I don't know how I was still in one piece when Alex finally pulled away. I'm pretty sure Valhalla had to resurrect me several times during the course of that kiss. I had to wonder: was it possible to dissolve into chocolate on a molecular level and melt into a puddle on the carpet? Because that's how I felt. He clamped his hands on the sides of my gooey face and kissed me. "I've also been thinking about your declaration of undying love or whatever."
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