it’s hot, but what else could anyone expect in the middle of the summer? the nearly complete darkness is punctured only briefly by the on and off glow of fireflies over the lake. i swing my legs back and forth over the edge of the dock, close enough to feel the coolness of the water in my feet, but not breaking the surface.
the crickets and the toads are quiet tonight, as if they know the normal presence of their chirps and croaks would awaken us from this extraordinary moment. my hands grip the edge of the dock as i try to hold onto the moment and glance at him from under my thick curtain of hair.
though i can barely make out his face in the darkness, the beauty of the smile that spread slowly over his face knocks me breathless. in one swift moment, he wraps a muscled arm around me and pulls me to him as he falls backward onto the dusty wooden dock.
we should have made a noise, for the dock was old and creaky, but i noticed that all sounds were suspended. i laughed noiselessly at his boyish grin and brushed my hair from my face. his hand traced my jaw, neck, and shoulder, creating a trail of fire all the way to the exposed skin my sundress didn’t cover.
my lips brushed his lightly and i felt him tighten his grip on me pulling me closer. i smiled into his mouth and pulled back teasingly. i thought i saw him smirk at me but before i could wonder why, i found my back pressed hard against the dock, staring up at his face, his features silhouetted by the dim stars and sliver of a moon.
i sighed breathlessly at the sight, not making a sound, and he ran a hand down my side until he found my exposed legs. my breath caught, yet again, and he pressed his lips to mine.
the air is thick with tension and emotion and quiet.
the sporadic thumping of my heart is the only noise that can be heard for miles, for on nights when the silence gathers, my heart explodes.
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