Eyes

As Misty’s hand reaches his again, Kyle feels a tingle run up his arm. A strange sort of fear wants him to pull his hand away…wants him to retreat. But stronger is his desire to let his fingers intertwine with hers, the gentleness of her grasp something he’s never felt before

Finally raising his gaze again, he’s met with those same deep eyes that like to penetrate his own. Her words make him swallow hard, and he can feel a little bit of heat rising to his cheeks.

As the seconds tick by and Kyle keeps his sight on Misty, a million and one thoughts race through his mind…half of which are things he could say to her. But he can’t. For once, he must remain silent. But as he experiences this silence, it’s not to be feared, but rather embraced. It’s a serene silence, caressed by the sounds around them. Instead of words, their eyes talked, dancing together to a song new to both of their ears. A song new to both of their hearts.

Slowly pulling himself up to sit and lean back against another rock, Kyle’s one hand remains in Misty’s. He quietly searches her face for several moments, unsure of so many things, yet sure of the same amount.

Before he stops himself, his other hand has reached up to the side of Misty’s face, softly cradling her as his thumb runs along her cheek, mapping out the gentle curves. His eyes don’t move.