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06 - zephyr

Kisses had never been this special to me, and it was then I realized that only with her I could truly find how amazing this kind of moment was. Belle showed me the real intimacy of it all and I just couldn't get enough.

It just had to be at the right moment, at the right place, at the right time, and with the right person.

I had given her a kiss at long last. A kiss that was only intended for Belle. It was honestly worth the wait.

When we stopped, we were both breathless. I was lightheaded like when one was on cloud nine. It could be the intoxication, but I was more inclined to believe that it was because we just exchanged a passionate gesture. And for the first time, Belle didn't avoid it.

I was drunk as hell and so I closed my eyes, on the verge of sleeping.

"Hey, Chase?"

"Hm?"

"I want to see you play and turn me on," she murmured, her steamy breath wafting all over my ear and cheek. It would be weird to say this, but it was strangely calming.

I chuckled a bit that her head slightly fell up and down on my chest. "Challenge accepted. Will you wear my shirt for me while I play, though?" I asked. My boys thought it was a big deal. If one of us wanted a girl to wear the team's jersey with the player's number on it, that meant he was truly into her.

"Definitely," she replied, putting a hand on my chest. I had hoped she could feel the way I felt about her. My arm gradually traveled all around her shoulder and snugged her tighter to rest her head close to my chin, but not before giving a peck on her forehead. And then I was gradually dead to the world as my consciousness began to melt into the darkness.

"I love you, Chase," were the last words I heard that one wonderful night.

It was just a dream, I thought.

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Belle dipped her fingers into the tub of the black paint, then drew two lines on both of my cheeks. It was the day of the biggest football tournament in town. Fairville High, my school, against our strongest opponent, Stockton High.

I had been training my ass off for the past months. There were going to be two scouts who were going to assess us from Rockstring University and I had yet to show them my talent. I was, no doubt, going to let them see what they were missing if they wouldn't notice me.

Not only this day was special because of that, Belle was the first person ever who was going to watch me play. Not even my own father took it into his account to see how I performed on the field, and though I tried to act like it was cool, it really wasn't. And I was glad Belle was there for me.

The past weeks, our coach let us train with much vigor. We were all hell-bent for this moment. We had been preparing for this for so long as I could remember and we weren't about to waste it. Although I was exhausted for the most part, Belle was there for me, suggesting a few tricks or where I had gone wrong; with a lot of necking as a prize when I was finished with training, of course.

We weren't official, yet. We hadn't discussed what the kisses were all about, but we both knew within ourselves that we were undateable even though the real score was unclear. All rights reserved.

She then put on my old uniform over her tank top; it was rather big for her, but she looked cute, nonetheless. Her white battered sneakers and denim shorts matched my red shirt; to be honest, Belle was quite different from my flings long before.

This girl didn't do so much as an effort to impress me with the way she looked. I didn't even know if she realized this but Belle didn't really need to gussy up because I preferred how she looked-barefaced, simple, just, I don't know, real; rather than putting loads of makeup on her face that would cover how pretty she already was.