Her Eyes
I don't agree with her half the time, but, damn I'm glad she's mine.
Mason O’Rear was rushing. She was rushing as she jumped in and out of the shower. She was rushing as she smeared on her eyeliner and mussed up her hair, and she was rushing as she pulled on her flat boots over a pair of black leggings and a long shirt. But the moment she stepped out of her apartment, and let out the breath she’d been holding, her heart stopped pounding. But the butterflies never really subsided.
She had already map quested the arena, and though it was closer to her apartment than she had originally thought, it still took a good twenty minute walk before she stepped through the doors. She walked down the concrete stairs, towards the ice and stopped. If someone had walked by her at that point, they would have been certain that she was lost, but she was watching. She was amazed at the amount of skill Jordan used when he moved across the ice. If she hadn’t thought him attractive before, she definitely found him attractive now.
She maneuvered into a seat and watched Jordan’s shoulder muscles ripple under his shirt and his arms curl around his body. Mason bit her lip and rested her chin on her fist. She couldn’t help but think about what was under the shirt. It seemed that an hour sped by and before she knew it, Jordan Staal was trudging up the stairs.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then we’ll be ready to leave.” Jordan said, looking down at the beautiful girl waiting for him. She nodded, smiling. And then, he did what he’d been wanting to do since day one. Jordan Staal leaned down and pressed his lips against Mason O’Rear’s.
But what shocked him more than the fact that this was reality, was the fact that Mason was kissing him back. Jordan pulled away and pecked her lips quickly before jogging back down the stairs.
Mason sat in a daze and put her fingers up to her lips. She couldn’t deny the fact that her lips were tingling. But what shocked her more than the fact that this was reality, was the fact that she had kissed him back.
She had already map quested the arena, and though it was closer to her apartment than she had originally thought, it still took a good twenty minute walk before she stepped through the doors. She walked down the concrete stairs, towards the ice and stopped. If someone had walked by her at that point, they would have been certain that she was lost, but she was watching. She was amazed at the amount of skill Jordan used when he moved across the ice. If she hadn’t thought him attractive before, she definitely found him attractive now.
She maneuvered into a seat and watched Jordan’s shoulder muscles ripple under his shirt and his arms curl around his body. Mason bit her lip and rested her chin on her fist. She couldn’t help but think about what was under the shirt. It seemed that an hour sped by and before she knew it, Jordan Staal was trudging up the stairs.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then we’ll be ready to leave.” Jordan said, looking down at the beautiful girl waiting for him. She nodded, smiling. And then, he did what he’d been wanting to do since day one. Jordan Staal leaned down and pressed his lips against Mason O’Rear’s.
But what shocked him more than the fact that this was reality, was the fact that Mason was kissing him back. Jordan pulled away and pecked her lips quickly before jogging back down the stairs.
Mason sat in a daze and put her fingers up to her lips. She couldn’t deny the fact that her lips were tingling. But what shocked her more than the fact that this was reality, was the fact that she had kissed him back.
@Gigipens
now.
3/15/18