My Heart's Desire
By LTalbot
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I looked upon his shadow, watching as it crept forward over the stage floor. One thing I didn�t want was for him to see me like this, tears streaming down my face. I grabbed the ladder to the catwalk, walking slowly up using stealth over speed.
He didn�t hear me, and I watched closely as he stroked the shirt I had left sitting on the chair below me. I gasped, unsure of what to do. It seemed incredible that he hadn�t yet heard my heart pounding in my chest, pushing to escape.
He picked up the shirt, gently rubbing the silken fabric as he took a deep breath of the scent.
Brad suddenly looked up, blushing in embarrassment when he saw someone watching him from the catwalk. I knew he couldn�t tell it was me; I was too far into the dark.
I let my face move slowly into the light, starting to climb down when I heard him gasp, his breath seeming to catch in his throat.
�Kayla?� he called in a stricken whisper, his voice low and filled with intense love and desire. I quickly smiled disarmingly, making it obvious that I wasn�t upset about what I had just seen.
He let a hesitant smile appear onto his fair face, shyly but easily lifting me off of the ladder, setting me down at his side. His shyness was one of the things I loved most about him, and in this moment, I found it even more attractive than ever before.
�I�I�m sorry,� he cried, unsure of what to do. A pang of sorrow went out to him from my heart, and I gently put my hand on his shoulder.
�Don�t cry, Brad. There is nothing to be sorry for.� I whispered quietly, leaning over his shoulder to gently let my lips brush against his cheek. He blushed deep red, a bit shocked by my actions.
�I thought�� he trailed off, unsure of what he wanted to say.
�You thought what? That I liked Sam? Really! You don�t think I would tell Sara that I was in love with my best friend, do you?� He blushed shyly, and timidly shook his head. �Brad, you mean more to me than anyone I�ve ever met. Since the day I met you, I knew there was something special about you. It just took me awhile to realize what.�
By this time, he was blushing a deeper red than that of blood, completely surprised by this startling revelation.
�You�you really love me?� he asked, his voice filled with wonder and shock.
�Yes, I have for quite some time.� I said shyly, knowing that if I had been wrong about how he felt, this was probably the end of our friendship.
But for all my worries in the opposite direction, I probably would have noticed him sneaking up to me, and letting his arms slip around me.
�Good thing, because I want you, and I always get what I want,� he teased, lowering his lips to mine. His teasing manner surprised me-he had never acted this aggressive, or even assertive, before.
The kiss wasn�t mind-blowing, in fact, it was rather clumsy. But it was still a kiss-a kiss we had both longed for for some time. It was a beginning.
A/N: This is a one-shot.
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