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He smells like peaches and the rain. She wonders suddenly what it would be like if she just leaned over a little bit and stepped over all the boundaries they had drawn for each other. Seven steps between them, seven stupid steps between what she has now and what she’s always wanted.
Seven.
Maybe she’s greedy. Most girls would be satisfied enough with the company of such an intoxicating man in their life. Maybe she shouldn’t push the limits, his friendship should be enough to make her content, so why was she still moving?
Six.
Stop. She should stop. Think about how everything would crumble if she continued walking towards him, turn around, run back to her house and make some excuse about how she’s feeling sick and won’t be able to make it to dinner today.
It was hard to distinguish when the lines became blurred, when her best friend stopped being exactly that and started making her dizzy when he said her name. She thinks the worst part of it all is how intoxicated he makes her feel, he was akin to a favorite song she couldn’t get out of her head, he had imprinted her life with his smile, how could she ever go back to the way things were before? Her feelings definitely made things harder though, every part of her skin that he ever touched involuntarily became electric. Around him she was lightning, making the absence of him even more unbearable to manage.
Five.
She was still walking, against all the reasons not to she was still gravitating towards him. A part of her wanted to stop, but a bigger part of her wanted to keep going. It occurs to her suddenly that she had no idea what she was going to do when she got there, when she crossed the point of no return. Did she even want what she was chasing? She had spent so long romanticizing this moment that she had no idea what came after.
Four.
She was close enough now to see the glow on his skin. To witness how the sun hit the highest points of his face and made stars out of it. This was where she was supposed to stop, in her dreams she had never gone farther than this moment, the beauty he held always put her in a daze and made her rethink her decision to continue anything.
Three.
He smells like peaches and the rain. She wonders suddenly what it would be like if she just leaned over a little bit and stepped over all the boundaries they had drawn for each other. How messy everything would become she wondered, how damn messy.
Two.
“What are you doing?” He asks. The sound of his voice, stern but sensitive, deep but fragile almost puts her out of her trance. It almost makes her run away. Almost.
One.
She’s too close now. Too close to see anything but him, and being so close to him makes her realize suddenly that this is where she has always wanted to be. All of the moments that had made up their relationship were all leading up to this, the awkward smiles they gave each other when their hands accidentally touched, the dozens of inside jokes she had memorized by heart, the countless moments of staring into each others’ eyes and knowing that no one could ever take this away from them, whatever this was. She had always been afraid that he wouldn’t reciprocate her emotions, that he didn’t love her like she did, that he didn’t feel the same way. But now, being too close to him, closer than she had ever been, she realizes how silly that fear had been. His eyes had always been a mirror of her own feelings, she had just never been close enough to truly see.
She kisses him now, a light feathery kiss where she barely grazes her lips over his. He pulls her closer, deeper into him until all that exists is them. It’s cold outside but they are warm, like a fire that had taken a long time to build but can now never be put out.