‘I am going to kill my sister.’ Sarah huffs in frustration.
Coffee grounds spill onto her kitchen counter.
‘What was I thinking? Inviting him here? I should have just asked Walter to help me with my bags.’
“Hmmm?” Sarah spins around to face him. She watches coffee grounds cascade to the floor. She hadn’t even noticed that he had come to stand by her. She watches as his hands move slowly to grasp hers, her gaze following his arms up to his chest, stopping when she finds herself staring into his eyes. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breathing turns shallow. She puts her head down to break his intense stare.
Adam’s own heart is pounding in his chest. Sarah watches as he takes the coffee from her hands and puts it on the counter. He grasps her hands again and lifts them to his mouth. His lips are warm on her fingers.
“Still cold, huh?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” the faintest of sound escapes her. It was like she was watching a movie but nothing could feel more real than his touch.
He sweeps a piece of loose hair behind her ear and runs his finger along her jaw. Lightly, he lifts her chin. Their noses mere inches apart. Her eyes are barely open. Leaning forward just slightly, Adam brushes his lips on hers. When he pulls away from her, he takes her breath with him.
Her hand slowly moves to touch her lips. Surprised they aren’t hot to the touch.
‘Have I ever even been kissed by a boy before?’
His fingers get tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck. He searches her eyes, looking for a sign. She moves her fingers from her lips to touch his chest lightly. He pulls her in to him. Their lips meet and a fire sparks within them both. The kiss is gentle, one full of discovery.
‘By a boy yes,’ the voice inside her head swoons, ‘but never by a man.’
Beneath her hand, she can feel the beating of his wild heart. He places his hand in the small of her back. A place his hand has loved to be since the first time he was privileged to place it there.
Sarah’s afraid she’s going to choke on her own heart. Her blood courses through her veins with such force, racing with excitement and nervousness. She’s not ready when he takes a step back from her. She grips his biceps to stop herself from falling over. Her icy fingers cause his muscles to tense up.
“Damn Sarah,” he breaths, “your hands are freezing.”
“I wasn’t lying when I told you I’m always cold,” she feels the blush creeping to her cheeks.
“I know but,” he presses his body back against hers.
“But you thought you could heat me up with a kiss?”
Adam shrugs. “It heated me up.”
“Sorry,” Sarah tries to look away, “it’s not you. It’s me.”
Adam chuckles. “If that is meant to scare me away, guess what?” He puts his forehead against hers. “It won’t work.”
Sarah smiles, still keeping her head down. Adam kisses her forehead and holds her close.
“Now,” he says into her hair, “can I please help you make that coffee?”
“Okay, but we already know that doesn’t work either.”
Adam lets go of Sarah and steps away slightly to stand beside her. She smiles at him and hands him the can of coffee, spilling it some more.
She doesn’t answer.
“You don’t need to be,” he tries to reassure her.
The thought of trusting him brings a smile to her face and she sighs. Content.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Nothing,” she says.
“Hmmm,” he turns to face her. She doesn’t turn to face him and instead struggles to put the filter in. Putting his hands on either side of her face, he turns her and kisses her lightly. When he looks at her again he sees the color has drained from her face. “You’re lying,” he teases.
“No,” she whispers.
Adam watches her, waiting.
“I’m just happy,” she shrugs her shoulders.
The corners of Adam’s mouth go up. His chest puffs with pride. He did that. He made her happy.
Sarah looks up at him to see him grinning. “What?” her voice is shaky.
Adam gives her a quick kiss, still grinning. “I make you happy.”
He takes the filter from her and bumps her with his hip. Sarah stumbles a little. She can’t take her eyes off him. He finishes making the coffee with a smile on his face while she stands, frozen in place.
As Sarah stands staring at him, he watches the coffee brew. He’s thankful it is a small and quick coffee maker. Not looking at her is not easy.
“Cups?” he asks when the pot finishes.
She breaks out of her trance and grabs cups. Concentrating, she pours them each a cup. He watches her, a storm brewing inside of him. Fist to his mouth, he clears his throat, interrupting his own thoughts.
“The view must be amazing from up here,” he says, nodding towards the window.
“It’s magical at night.”
“I’d love to see it.”
“Well, it’s too early,” a light laugh escapes her as she thinks of his silly oversight.
He fights back a laugh and reaches for the cup she holds out to him. “Maybe one night we can share the view.”
“Oh,” she whispers, realizing the oversight was all hers.
He kisses her on the cheek and turns away from her. He walks over to the big window that overlooks the city, leaving her at the edge of the kitchen lost in her thoughts. He sips his coffee slowly.
“It is quite the view,” he looks over his shoulder at her. “You gonna come join me?”
“Oh,” she tilts her head to the side looking at him, reflecting how they got here, “ummm.”
Without another word, she walks to stand beside him.
“It is,” she says quietly.
“I meant you.”
The sound of his voice makes her weak at the knees and she sits down, not caring that she is sitting on her coffee table. Her head is spinning. Feeling things she has never felt before.
He turns away from the window and looks down at her, concerned. “You okay Sarah?”
“Yeah,” she breaths. “I’m great. Thanks. You?”
‘He’s going to think I’m crazy.’
He sits down on the couch beside her. “I’m feeling pretty great too,” he chuckles lightly before sipping his coffee. “Great coffee.”
“Thanks,” she takes a sip, “you made it.”
He reaches over and lightly places his hand on her knee. “The couch is probably softer than the coffee table.”
She looks from his hand to the couch, “You’re probably right.”
“There’s room for you.”
She surprises herself and sits beside him without hesitation. He puts his arm around her shoulders like it is the most natural thing in the world.
“The clouds are moving pretty fast today,” he says looking out the window. “It’s kinda cool to see them from this high.”
“Yeah,” a small smile on her face, “sometimes I just sit and watch them float by.”