Excerpt: You Are My Missing Rose

The smell of his distinct cologne swirled around her as she walked closely beside him. They were too shy to have physical contact for the moment. The two used to hold hands a lot, but so much has happened, that they wanted to take their time again. As they walked, his slender yet muscular arm was so close beside her, threatening to touch if either of them swayed a centimeter. “Oh, I wish he would touch me, but I fear I will never recover.” His smell, his looks, his voice, and his touch, how could she ever be able to recover from such a heavenly experience?
His body, one of the tallest she has seen wasn’t scary, but very comforting. Rosabella felt safe while she was close to Brendan, even though he was about a foot taller than she was. His short black hair looked like silk, and she wished she could just run her fingers through his short locks of hair. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate, so dark they were almost black. His eyes threatened to look deep into her soul and read her every emotion. She felt the blush return each time she looked deep into his eyes; they are so easy to get lost in.
Next, were his lips. They were perfectly shaped and so smooth. She hoped for a kiss with all of her heart, but she hardly thought she could handle it! Rosabella had never been kissed by a guy, neither had the desire come to her until she met Brendan. He seemed so perfect, everything she ever wanted. As she continued to look at Brendan with the corner of her eyes, she noticed how his chest, shoulders, back, and stomach looked perfectly toned underneath his short sleeved green shirt that hugged his body. She could see the muscles of his chest move with every breath. His arms that stayed close by his side were sculpted, beautiful as the muscles flexed as he moved his arms back and forth. Oh, how Rosabella wanted to lean against Brendan’s beautiful chest, hear his heart beat, feel his chest rise with each breath, and be wrapped in his muscular arms.
His voice was so romantically deep. It was slow, deep and quiet. Sometimes she had to strain her ears to hear what he said, but Rosabella did not mind at all. His low voice always made the conversations seem more private between the two of them. Each time his lips moved to speak, Rosabella could feel her hear beat faster. His voice always sounded so sweet and soothing; she knew she could never get tired of hearing his voice. He was her angel, he was her prince, and he was everything she wanted in a boyfriend. She did not want to loose him, and she wanted to do everything she could to stay with him. Somehow a higher power sent Brendan down at the right time, knowing just when she needed her prince the most. Since she had a year and a half break from dating, she felt that she knew more about herself; she had a sense of confidence in herself, but it was nothing compared to the confidence that now beamed from her now that her and Brendan were a couple.
With every look, she felt her cheeks burn as the blood rushed to her face. She flipped most of her hair over her right shoulder, hoping it would be a wall between the two, so she could better conceal her blush. Instead of concealing the blush, moving her hair had the opposite affect on Brendan. He looked concerned. He smiled a simply irresistible crooked smile and brushed her hair lightly back with his hand. After that, he moved his hand to her back, and lowered it to her lower back.
“Are you ok?” he asked in a concerned voice.
“Yes, very much so. Thank you,” a new and deeper blush entered her face when she noticed Brendan’s blush.
The two looked deep into each other’s eyes, ignoring all the people around them. They felt like they were the only ones alive. Brendan turned to Rosabella and reached to hold both of her hands. Once he held each hand in one of his own hands, she could feel the heat that surrounded them. Rosabella noticed Brendan was nervous and she saw his blush deepen.
“How can this be? Is he really blushing?” her mind raced and yet she didn’t know what to do.
Brendan fixed that problem. In one swift motion his face was close to hers. She could feel his cool breath against her check and ear. Her heart jumped, but it was nothing compared to what it felt like when he leaned a little closer and kissed her cheek. He kissed her cheek, and then moved a little further back, kissing right in front of her ear. Brendan kissed Rosabella’s tragus before he quietly whispered “I love you” in her ear. Then he stopped, he looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. He was hesitant, wondering what Rosabella was thinking. Rosabella closed her eyes as she leaned closer to her prince, removing all of his doubt. Their lips touched lightly, brushing each other first, and then getting more intense. His sweet lips pressed softly against her smooth lips. They stayed in that position for a moment, not wanting the feeling to end. The two kept their eyes closed and Brendan moved slowly, kissing the edge of her lips. He slowly worked his way back up to her jaw line and then up to her cheek. After he kissed her cheek a few more times, he kissed her earlobe.
Rosabella’s skin tasted like honey against Brendan’s smooth lips. With each kiss, he felt complete; he was aware of everything about his precious rose. He pulled her close against his chest, feeling her heart beat against him, just as his beat against her chest. He noticed a small scar that rested on her jaw line on the left side, her dimples were deep, and he felt her breath against his neck as he leaned down and kissed her cheek again.
Rosabella surprised her prince when she leaned close to his jaw line, but moved to kiss his well defined Adam’s apple. This sent shivers down Brendan’s spine, and made his heart beat even faster. After a few moments, the two lovebirds stopped kissing. Rosabella rested her face against her love’s chest, her eyes still closed. She focused her thoughts on the rhythm of his heart beat, trying to control her own heart that threatened to jump out of her. Brendan wrapped his muscular arms around her, and held her tight, fearing it was just a dream.
Nothing was going to end their moment, or so they thought… until the bell rang. Rosabella jumped up and noticed they were the only ones left in the hall.
“I’m sorry. Um, I have to go to class. I’ll see you after class.” Rosabella spoke as a blush came back to her face.
“Um, sure. “ Brendan stuttered, still shocked by the loud bell; “After class then.”