At the pond, rain came down like slanted steel. The gander of geese gathered under a tall magnolia tree, one of the few left after the storm. Jax and I wrestled the bag up the hill and lifted it up and over the fence. We placed the squirmy mass on the ground and quickly pulled the twine. She came out quickly, but then froze, disoriented. Before she could even move towards them, the other geese spotted her and had come quickly in a large flock of feathers and noise.
Scared, I forgot about the fence between us and moved backwards away from the animals. “Are they going to attack her?” I worried.
Jax caught me as I stumbled into his chest, wrapping an arm around me. He burned hot even as I shivered in the rain. Every time I got this close to him, he felt completely different, my body hit different parts of him because he kept growing.
“No. They want the gossip. Check ‘em out. They’re like our grandmothers at tea after church.”
Put that way, I heard them demanding answers as they swarmed our goose. I watched her squawk her story for a moment and before becoming indistinguishable from the loud, laughing sounds of the others at the pond.
“I can’t watch. I can’t.” My instincts said that Jax was right about the animals’ behavior, but I didn’t trust the situation and I worried that we put her in danger. I turned and buried my head in his chest. The rain had started up again and I moved, just the littlest bit and suddenly, Jax didn’t look like Jax anymore.
The angle from the little tiny hill on my side made me taller, providing a new look at this person I'd known so long. The birthmark on his neck mesmerized me. He looked just different enough that I forgot what we were to each other, and what we were not. I leaned up just a fraction further, and kissed him, and the goose and all the reasons I hadn’t kissed him since the stupid hurricane vanished.
His lips fit mine perfectly, like God and heaven made them to be mine. The little bit of scruff felt different, new, and made me blush because I wondered what else had changed about him since the last time we’d done this. I wondered why we’d waited so long. And then I remembered.
I pulled away quickly, shocking Jax whose easy grin promised all the kisses I’d ever need. His smiled reached so high it crinkled his eyes as he pulled me tightly into his chest. My heart beat even faster than when I’d first found our feathered friend. Because I felt terrified. Kissing Jax felt so right to my heart, my body and my soul. But my brain begged to differ. Because every time Jax and I tried it, gave into the need between us, something went wrong in my world.
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