The first time I
saw her I knew… long and twisty caramel blond hair, curvy hips, and lips the
color of fire.

She was talking
that first time… in a group of faceless girls. I was there, too… standing a
good distance back. Watching her.

I wondered what
she was all about… if her cheeks were naturally seashell pink, or if was
embarrassed or maybe wearing make-up.

I watched her
lips as they pouted, then stretched wide when she laughed. It made me laugh
too. I couldn’t stop watching her, imagining the way her mouth would move when
she said my name, or told me she loved me, or came at me with a kiss.

And so, I made a
silent vow to myself that day. I would fine out about her cheeks, and the way
her kisses would taste. I would find out everything, because I simply had to
know. I had to have her. I still do. And one day, very soon, I will.