Лаура Миллер - My Butterfly

“Oh, that’s right,” she said, pinching my side. “I was blessed with the good genes, so that means you’ll have to grow wrinkly on your own.”

I shifted my weight on the hood, then wrapped my arms around her little body and held her as moments flew by like they were speeding trains.

“Look, a shooting star,” she suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the sky above us. “Make a wish.”

I watched her eyes fall shut, causing her nose to rumple. And I kept my stare on her for a second, until her eyelids started to slide open. Then, I quickly shut mine.

I had never wished on a star before, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do, so I just kept my eyes closed and prayed that I would have the courage to finally kiss this girl tonight.

Within a couple of seconds, I felt her tugging at my arm, and I lifted my eyelids to her smiling face.

“What did you wish for?” she asked.

I felt my lips start to turn up at their corners, as my eyes traveled from her eyes down to her lips and then back up to her eyes again. Then, I took a piece of her long hair that had come to rest on the side of her face and tucked it behind her tan shoulder. Something crazy strong was drawing me to her, and I didn’t even try to fight it. My heart pounded. I searched her pretty, green eyes. They seemed to be searching mine too. She was motionless, but on her face was this beautiful smile that I could never do justice by simply describing. It was happy and comfortable and sexy, and it was as if it were daring me to do exactly what I craved to do. I brought my face closer to hers, until my lips were hovering over her lips and I could feel her soft, steady breaths. I stayed there for several seconds, taking all of her in — her fiery eyes; the way her lips parted ever so slightly, giving way to her sexy, little smile; and the subtle, familiar scent of the perfume she always wore. Then, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were soft and full and warm to the touch. They were perfect, and they made my heart race, but they also made me feel so at home. How could something I had never done feel so natural?

I brought my hand to the side of her face and gently rested it there. Then, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and I kissed her as if my life depended on it. I think I was kissing her for all those years I hadn’t kissed her. And if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she were kissing me for all the years I hadn’t kissed her too because she kissed me like she wanted me — like I was the only guy she desired. It made my heart race faster, and I couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, my heart was still pounding against the walls of my chest when my lips finally broke from hers — and only because I needed a second to catch my breath. I would have kissed her forever.

“You gonna be my butterfly?” I whispered, resting my lips against her ear.

“Your butterfly?” she whispered back.

I met her pretty eyes again. They seemed to be smiling — just like her pretty lips.

“Yeah, you’re as beautiful as a butterfly, and you know you want to be,” I playfully coaxed her.

She softly laughed, forcing her tan shoulders slightly forward.

“Well, you’ve never asked it that way,” she said.

“Does that officially mean yes?” I asked her, not even bothering to hide my wide grin.

She paused for a moment, as if to drag out my torment. I was learning that she was pretty good at that and also that I didn’t so much mind it.

A quick glance down revealed a glimpse of her hand, and the next thing I knew I was intertwining my fingers in hers.

“That means yes,” she softly confessed, allowing her gaze to fall to our hands.

My grin grew wider, and I lowered my eyes again too before meeting her stare.

“That’s what I’ve waited my whole life to hear,” I said.

She smiled her sweet smile. Then, I kissed her pretty forehead, and we both fell back onto the windshield again, her hand still intertwined in mine.

“You never told me what you wished for,” she whispered into my ear moments later.

I turned on my side and faced her.

“Well, since it came true, I guess I can tell you. That is how it goes, right?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said, confidently nodding her head.

“Well then, I wished for my first kiss — but only if it could be with you,” I said.

I watched her lips break into a smile again. Then, she brought our locked hands close to her mouth and kissed the back of my hand before returning her attention to the heavens.

I couldn’t help but smile as I followed with my eyes a firefly making its path across the front of the truck. The firefly eventually disappeared behind a tree, leaving me to my thoughts and to my ultimate conclusion, which was that someone could surely try, but I was pretty sure that he couldn’t convince me that life could get any better than it was right now.

“What did you wish for?” I asked, eventually breaking the silence.

Her eyes brightened.

“I can’t tell you,” she said. “Mine hasn’t come true yet.”

I held my stare on her for a second longer. Then, I chuckled and kissed her soft lips again. They were still perfect.

“Will you tell me what it is when it does?” I whispered near her ear, after I had withdrawn my lips from hers.

I watched her as she seemed to toss the idea around in her head for a moment.

“Yes,” she eventually said.

“You promise?” I asked.

“I promise,” she said.

I nodded in satisfaction, smiled and then returned my head to the windshield.

“Jules,” I said then.

She turned her face toward mine, and I locked my eyes in hers.

“I’m glad you said yes,” I said.

She was quiet for a moment.

“Me too,” she said.

Jules tugged at my hand and pulled me forward. I hesitated for a moment to let a little kid with a stick of ice cream in his hand run in between us. There were people all around us and little booths lined the narrow street, selling everything from balloon animals to bratwursts.

“Look, Will,” Jules exclaimed, scooping up a cat from a big pile of stuffed animals.

“I want him,” she said, sending me her best pleading face — batting eyelashes, pouty lips and all.

“You want that?” I asked, eyeing the stuffed cat.

It looked pretty ugly to me.

“Aren’t its eyes a little big for its head?” I asked.

Her own eyes turned down toward the cat clutched within her small hands, and I watched as her fingers carefully traced over the cat’s big, glass eyes.

“They’re perfect,” she said, looking back up at me. “They remind me of this cat, Furballs, I had when I was little.”

I couldn’t help but cringe a little at the thought of a real cat looking that ugly. Then, I looked back at Jules’s unwavering eyes and felt a smile breaking across my face.

“We’ll take Furballs,” I said into the booth.

The old man in the booth gave me a bewildered look.

“The cat,” I said, pointing to the stuffed animal.

“Aah,” he said, nodding his head. “Good choice.”

I held a suspicious stare on the man in the booth, until I felt Julia’s arms around my neck.

“Thank you,” she said, into my chest. “I loved Furballs.”

I laughed. I loved her — and that’s the only reason why ugly Furballs had a home now.

I handed the man in the booth a bill.

“Thanks,” I said and then turned back toward Jules.

“Now, come on,” I said, squeezing her body tightly against mine before reaching for her hand. “You ready for our hike?”

I watched her turn and set her sights on the towering bluff above us. Then, she took a big, exaggerated breath and then slowly let it out.

“Come on,” I said. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

Her eyes immediately grew wide.

“All the way up?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said.

She was grinning and shaking her head by the time I met her eyes again.

“You would never make it all the way up that bluff with me on your back,” she said.

“Is that a bet, Miss Lang?” I asked her.

She smiled wide.

“That’s definitely a bet,” she said.

“Okay,” I said. “You and Mr. Furballs, hop on.”

I clutched the quilt I had been carrying since the car in one arm and hunched over. Then, I felt her weight on my back seconds later.

“Is Mr. Furballs on too?” I asked, cocking my head to the side and trying my best to look behind me.

All of sudden, an unattractive cat came flying into my line of vision.

“All right,” I said. “We’ve got Mr. Furballs. Let’s go.”

I made my first hundred feet up the path without much trouble, even though every once in a while I had to maneuver over a fallen tree limb or carve my on trail through some overgrown weeds.

“You still okay?” I heard her ask after I had just successfully scaled a pile of brush.

“Oh,” I said, stopping for a second. “You’re still there?”

She laughed and tightened her arms around my neck. I felt Furballs press up against my ear as I started up the path again. The truth was my feet were starting to feel heavy and my quads burned like hell, but this was a bet I wasn’t going to lose.

Finally, I could see the clearing at the top of the bluff. And there were only about a hundred feet to go, but each step was beginning to take everything in me.

I heard Julia’s soft laughter behind me again.

“Will,” she said. “I’ll just walk. It’s okay.”