Hidden Desires 

                We both knew exactly what we were supposed to do. As the first take began, I had to hide behind a tree, then he would sneak up behind me and drop a snowball onto my head. Simple, I thought, but easier said than done. Even though this would be our first video shoot together at a beautiful old castle in the wilds of New York , I was still terrified to be near him. He had hurt me so much, yet I still had extreme feelings for him deep inside my heart. He was all I knew, and I hoped that he hadn’t taken that for granted.

                I turned around and threw a snowball back at him when I felt his fly into the back of my head. We kept on pelting each other with snow until I fell while he tickled me. I could still remember how long it had been since the last time we did this. Our eyes met; ice blue onto chocolate, and he touched the side of my face with the back of his hand, a touch I had been both dreading and anticipating. It was the first touch we had shared in weeks.

                I pushed him away after his soft hand brushed against my skin. It was as if an electrical current shot down my spine so quickly it made me jump. As the scene continued, we were still both severely jolted by the touch and wondering what would happen next. We had to kiss, and if a touch had this much of an impact on us, how what would a kiss be like?

                I ran away, shrieking with laughter, and he chased me until my back was against a tree. My heart pounded fiercely, slamming into my ribcage as if it were trying to set itself free. Everyone watched mesmerized, especially our friends who knew what had happened between us and wondered how we were dealing with this sudden baring of the truth.

                My heart raced faster. I was close enough to stare deep into his eyes. Those eyes were the cause of all my shattered dreams. He had such amazing eyes, yet why had he been hiding them for all those weeks we spent apart?  I knew why; these eyes showed a man in pain. Over me? I didn’t dare hope. Through these eyes I could read his soul. Oh, how I loved and hated this beautiful man. Damn him.

                His heart hammered as well as he realized how close he was. He took in my beauty and saw the longing in my eyes. This was the closest we had been for a long time. I wore a red velvet cape draped around my shoulders, my skin creamy and white, bare above the low cut of the dress. White snowflakes adorned my thick, dirty blond hair as it fell around my neck. Flakes also clung to my thin, long eyelashes, separating them like straw. He was close enough to see the goose bumps on my exposed flesh. He dared hope he might have caused them. My full red lower lip trembled sporadically while my chocolate brown eyes gleamed like stars.

                We both couldn’t hold back any longer. As his thumb came to my lip, massaging it to stop the trembling, I pulled myself towards him. We closed our eyes, waiting in fear for the final moment of impact. It would change everything. The kiss itself would be easy, but the hard part would be ever letting go.