142. THE LAST KISS PART II

My eyes shifted from the paste in the bag to the pair of bare legs before me. My eyes moved up, seeing the black shorts then more skin with that chest which I wished I had lay my head on more. I stared at the arms I wished had held me many more times. My eyes then lay on that gorgeous face. It was hard to breathe, hard to function with our eyes just locked together.

Everything hurt; the conversation we had last had and the fact that he was leaving.

We stared at each other for the longest time. I felt so many different things that would have me cry but I did not. I just swallowed, staring over at his body and seeing that he was clean. His hair was still wet from the shower he took. I frowned, he took way too long but alas.

My feet moved, my hand with the paste raised. I placed it on his chest and stared back up at him. His eyes were still on me and it had me nervous. The world seemed to float away all around us leaving just him and I. I was trapped in his gaze, just staring into his