TITLE: Bits and Pieces
Valentine's day sucked for Bits. Our hero makes up for another's misdeeds by serenading her. We join the action after the song.
"What are you waiting for? Kiss her fool!" An old lady stands on the sidewalk with her poodle.
One step separates me from Bits. The intensity of her stare nearly chokes me. She drinks me in with her eyes and I’m locked in. Everything I ever hoped to read in a girl’s eyes is written clear as day in hers. I’m afraid to touch her and upset the balance of this moment. One hand acts of its own accord and reaches for her (the other still awkwardly holds the speaker docked iPod). She melts into me, face buried in my chest, her arms pinned between us, her entire body shivering. I come to my senses and stuff the iPod into a pocket and wrap the coat around her. God, she smells sweet. I bury my face in her neck. She giggles and raises her face to mine. Her lashes close, she raises slightly on her toes, and presses her lips against mine. It’s all I can do to not swallow her whole. Instead, I let her kiss me and relish the heat that builds between us. She wiggles her hands free and fits them along my jaw, gentle but cold. I pull the coat flaps tighter around us and she kisses me again. The raw emotion from her lips rocks me to the core. She stares me in the eyes. All I see in her face is a happiness I hesitate to take credit for. I only hope to hide the terror, the ache, how dangerous I feel. I wanted this, wanted her. I never expected reciprocation.
Our little reverie is broken by a wheezy whooping and hollering from behind us.
Bits laughs and rests her head, nestled under my chin. “Let’s go inside. My feet are freezing.”