The Boy Who Loved

*Complete* He's famous for having a heart of stone. Yet behind closed doors, and many years back, he had a heart and traded it for power. But just because he gave up, doesn't mean she did.

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2. Kiss

"Katie, what are you doing?" I opened my eyes and looked at him desperately.

"Are you okay?" He asked a little more hesitantly. I shook my head and averted my gaze, listening to him step closer. Each step he took toward me added to my uneasiness and fear. After what felt like an hour he couldn't have been more than six inches away from me. He lifted a hand and reached for my waist. I held my breath not daring to look up into his eyes. But he wasn't reaching for my waist, his hand touched the handle of the door. He was trying to leave. 

"Tom," I dared to look up at him. His hand was on the door handle, frozen in place with his arm against my waist. He was so close, I didn't think. I tilted my head up and kissed him. It was quick and painless. I searched his eyes waiting for anger, but they melted instead. He raised his other hand to touch my cheek and kissed me again. Longer and more willing. I stayed against the door with his lips on mine. His hand left the door and touched my back, pulling me closer. My hands went behind his neck growing tangled in his usually perfect hair. His kissed grew more urgent and after I couldn't remember my name I pulled back to look at him. 

"I love you." I whispered. Though the kissing had stopped he continued to hold me.

"I know it's stupid and doesn't make any sense, but I've loved you from the first moment." Tom smiled, one of the first times I had ever seen him do so.

"Have you wanted to kiss me all that time too?" He asked smugly.

"No, I hadn't really thought about it till just now." He raised his right hand to my neck,

"Well you're good at it." He kissed me again and I didn't stop him. We were going to miss our next class, we might get in trouble. These thoughts entered my mind and then retreated as quickly as they had come. Tom pulled back this time and with his hand still on my waist he walked me to the back of the room sitting on the ground with his arm around me and my head on his shoulder. 

"What am I to do now?" He teased, lacing his free hand with mine. 

"Fifteen minutes ago I hardly knew your name, and now I never want to leave this room." I tilted my head up and kissed his cheek.

"Then don't let's just stay in here all day." He pulled me closer and leaned his cheek against the top of my head. 

"I like the sound of that." 

 

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