Never Been Kissed chapter 3

Never Been Kissed by Daisie Sam

Chapter 3

The weekend stretched before Amelia like an uncharted territory. The coffee date with Ethan hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She’d spent hours agonizing over what to wear, finally settling on a comfortable pair of jeans and a floral blouse that felt both casual and cute.

Saturday arrived, a beautiful spring day filled with the promise of new beginnings. Amelia met Ethan at the local coffee shop, a cozy haven with worn leather armchairs and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. He was already there, a table secured by the window, sunlight highlighting the golden strands of his hair.

“Hey, Shakespeare,” Ethan greeted, his usual confident smile slightly subdued. “You look…amazing.”

Amelia blushed, surprised by the compliment. “Thanks,” she mumbled, taking a seat across from him. “You too.”

The conversation flowed easily, a comfortable rhythm established during their library sessions. They discussed their weekend plans, Ethan mentioning a surprise birthday party for his teammate and Amelia confessing her plans to spend the day curled up with a new book.

As the conversation deepened, a comfortable silence settled between them. Ethan leaned back in his chair, studying her with an intensity that made Amelia squirm. “So,” he began, his voice a low rumble, “about that poem…”

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. The poem she’d slipped into the sonnet folder, a heartfelt confession of her dreams and the spark Ethan had ignited within her, was all she could think about.

“I, uh,” she stammered, unsure how to react. “Yeah, the poem?”

Ethan reached into his bag, pulling out the familiar folder. He opened it, revealing the poem nestled inside. “This is beautiful, Amelia,” he said, his voice genuine. “It’s…incredibly personal.”

Amelia felt a wave of heat rise to her cheeks. “I…I didn’t mean for you to see it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

A smile played on Ethan’s lips. “I’m glad I did. It makes me see you in a whole new light.” He looked at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “You have a beautiful way with words, Amelia. Makes me wonder what else you’re hiding in that head of yours.”

His compliment hung in the air, charged with unspoken meaning. Amelia felt a sudden urge to tell him everything – her dreams, her fears, the fact that she’d never been kissed. But the words wouldn’t come. The fear of rejection, a constant companion throughout her high school years, held her tongue hostage.

“So,” Ethan continued, breaking the tension, “tell me more about your writing. What inspires you?”

Amelia took a deep breath, grateful for the change in subject. She spent the next hour talking about her love for fantasy novels, the characters who came alive in her mind, and her secret desire to one day publish her own work. Ethan listened intently, asking insightful questions and offering his own thoughts on writing.

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of comfortable companionship settled between them. It wasn’t quite a date, not yet, but it was more than just a meeting for a school project. They were connecting on a deeper level, sharing their dreams and aspirations.

When the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cafe, Ethan stood up, offering Amelia his hand. “I had a great time, Amelia,” he said, his gaze holding hers. “More than a great time, actually.”

Amelia felt a blush creep up her neck. “Me too,” she admitted, taking his hand. It was warm and strong, sending a jolt of electricity through her. As he walked her home, the silence between them was no longer awkward, but comfortable, brimming with unspoken possibilities.

Reaching her doorstep, Ethan stopped. He looked at her, a question lingering in his eyes. Before Amelia could ask what it was, he leaned closer, his hand reaching for hers.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine. Was this it? Was this finally her moment? But before their lips could meet, a loud, obnoxious voice shattered the moment.

“Ethan! There you are, man! We were just about to give up on you!”

Amelia whirled around to see a group of football players, their faces flushed with laughter and what looked suspiciously like leftover birthday cake. Ethan groaned, his hand falling away from Amelia’s.

“Hey, guys,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “This is Amelia.

The interruption left Amelia feeling deflated. Just as she felt a connection building with Ethan, just as she dared to hope this might be more than just a coffee date, reality intruded, reminding her of the vast difference between their worlds.

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