Written in response to a prompt on https://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/
I was eating a ham sandwich when the ball hit the back of my head. Stars danced across my eyes and then I heard him speak for the very first time.
‘Are you ok? I’m so sorry.’ He asked. I could hear the concern in his voice.
‘I think so.’ I mumbled.
He helped me to my feet, and I looked into the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. My head started to spin, and he put his arms around me.
‘Sit down again. Let me help you.’
We both sat back down on the grass, and he kept his arm around my waist as I found myself leaning into his shoulder. Everything was a blur, but I could feel the thud of his heart and the smell of freshly laundered cotton.
‘Mmmm.’ I whispered as I snuggled up closer.
He lifted my chin and looked down at me, smiled and then kissed my lips. My whole body shuddered. What was happening? He lowered me onto my back and continued to kiss me, gently at first and then more fervently as the passion began to rise and overtake both of us.
He stopped and got to his feet.
‘Come with me.’ He said as his hand reached down and lifted me up again. The feeling was totally surreal as he picked up my bag and cardigan. He took my hand and led me across the grass and out of the park gate. We didn’t speak a word; just walked until we reached his flat. We kissed in the lift on the way up to the fifth floor. He fumbled with the key in the door and pulled me inside. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We just gave in to the passion there and then on the hall floor.
That was two weeks ago. At least I think it’s that long. Keeping check of the days is difficult. I haven’t been outside since then. He’s hidden my clothes.
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