Her Kiss

*-I don’t own these characters, please review.

 Her Kiss

He couldn’t take her eyes off her. She was deep in conversation with his sister and Charles, but she kept looking at him. The last time he saw her was months ago, he could still hear her biting words, refusing his marriage proposal and calling him arrogant.

 Looking back, he knew she was right. But there was no turning back now, she was here and he didn’t know when he would get another chance.

 “Excuse me, I think I will get air” Elizabeth stood up.

 “Are you feeling well, Lizzy?” her aunt asked.

 “I am perfectly fine, Aunt Madeline, I need some fresh air”.

 He followed her, she stood in the shadows.

 Upon hearing his footsteps, she turned to face him, never removing her eyes from his.

 Before he could say anything, she kissed him, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

 He had dreams of her kiss for months; she had been in his dreams every night.

 He returned her kiss as her arms snaked around his waist; he pushed her against the wall, supporting them both.

 “Lizzy, your uncle is ready to leave” her aunt called out from inside the doorway, not seeing her niece in the shadows.

 “Be there in one minute” Elizabeth called out, breaking the kiss.

 “When can I see you again?” he asked.

 “Tomorrow at the hotel”.

 As Elizabeth, with her aunt and uncle, said their goodbyes, Will followed them with a spring in his step.

 Tomorrow was the day he would propose, make up for lost time. Tomorrow, their life together, as it should have been six months ago, would begin.

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Author: Writergurlny

I am Brooklyn, NY born and raised writer who needs writing to find sanity in an insane world. To quote Charlotte Bronte: “I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.”

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