By Lillian D
I walked up to this tiny cabin in the middle of the Arcata forest, bright light was flowing out of the windows and music was floating out of the small crack in the kitchen window.
I knocked on the old wooden door and I heard scrambling and the door unlock. She opens; her smile is wide and hits right at my heart. Our third date, and I can tell she is nervous by the way she is scampering around the kitchen trying to cook for me. We eat on the floor, not a single chair in the whole place, which is romantically perfect. Conversation is easy, with silences filled with giggles of anticipation.
We have no idea what the evening was going to have in store for us, but we were comforted by the fact that it was with each other. Never have I been so intrigued, inspired, and flustered by a woman like this before. My normal confidence was left outside when she opened that door. While she washes the dishes, I am overwhelmed by how she makes my chest ache and my skin tingle. I had to feel her in my arms. I get the courage to kiss her, and we melt into our own world. We breathed our whole bodies in. For a moment we are just looking at the others face, me memorizing how her eyes are shining and wide with wonder. She took a deep preparing breath, and asked me if I would lay with her under the stars.
She wanted to lay in my arms, under her skylight before she moved out of the cabin. I could not imagine a more spectacular way to end the evening. We climbed up onto her loft, and simply laid together. We were silent in the stillness of the October darkness. The branches above the skylight danced with the wind against the lighted night sky. We stared at the constellations as she moved closer to me, intertwining our legs and fingers. I felt her inhale against my ear and I turned into her kiss.
Whenever we talk of this night and she tells me it the night she fell in love. That night, in her cabin, under the skylight, looking at the stars, is the night we started falling in love with one another.