27 Butterfly Kisses

...AUSTIN POV...

Leaving my father's old offices does remind me of so many things. The thing is that it is not just my father's office, but it is mine. I am supposed to sit up in that big old office and order people around. That…that is just not me. I do not wish to spend my life living with material things that shall bring you joy for only a few minutes. I believe in building meaningful relationships with people; live a simple life with simple things. I doubt that I shall ever come to take my rightful place here.

Pushing this to the back of my mind, I leave the city; I leave the Austin that I do not wish to be behind. It has been a rather eventful week so far. But not all of it was bad; I have come closer to Summer every time I see her; we are building that bond, that relationship. We are creating the very thing that I desire the most, but I am yet too scared to look for it. Women will always emphasize their broken hearts, but they fail to notice that men do hurt too. We are just as human as they are, and we can break, and some of us break so hard that sometimes you just cannot fix them. I believe that Summer shall be that glue that puts this broken man together again.

So I put on my best Country music that I can find and make the long drive home. I am in no rush. I have a lot to get off my mind before I set foot back onto the ranch. And of course, I do not wish for Summer to see me this way; I know that should things get serious between us, I shall need to tell her about my life, my past, about everything that made me run away from my life. But I know, and as I see often, there is something that is hiding behind those beautiful eyes. Guess we both are hiding from something bad in our life which we would rather forget.

And as I come closer to the city, I feel my head is not yet where it is supposed to be. So I find myself leaving my truck at the ranch and take a walk down to the cabin. The air is crisp and cool, the snow has fallen a few more layers, and there is not much of the sun that can be seen. It is the perfect weather to snuggle up next to a fire. As I step through the door, I find it is much cozier than I expected it to be; therefore, there is truly no need to start a fire up then.

But as I get ready to get comfortable under a snuggle blanket, there is quite oddly a knock at the door. There is no reason for anyone to be out here at any time at all. So is it with somewhat frustration that I do get up to see who is lurking outside. And as I swing the door open, just about ready to give someone a tongue lashing, I am amazed to see who is standing in front of me.

"Summer!"

Then, suddenly, she spins on her heels and tries to yet again get away from me. I only but reach out my arm and gently make her stop. She swings around, and her body presses right up into my chest. The overwhelming urge to kiss her consumes me, and before I even beg for permission, my lips are lying softly against hers. I can feel her hesitating lips tremble against my skin; her slow rapid breaths warm me with her touch. I pull her a fraction of a fraction even closer into my hard muscled chest. A sensation of a million butterflies swarm over my body, and before I can stop myself, I lose myself in her.

I push her back into the wall and pin her gently between my arms. I feel her exposed skin lay softly against my own, she is hot, and she is burning at the same flame that I am feeling. My only desire is to touch her, to move my hands over the smooth curves of her body and feel her perfect softness. My entire body has been taken over by the overwhelming passion to be close to her. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark chocolate hair, slightly pulling her into me. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven.

My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. She grabs me by the shirt and pulls me even closer. The kiss is growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and her engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss.

After what seems for more than a natural ten minutes, we finally pull away. As I look into those beautiful eyes again, I can see her cheeks are glowing just as red as those cherry lips.

"Uhm…I think I got a little bit carried away there."

She softly chuckles as she notices the blush starting to crawl up my face as well.

"Please, will you come inside?"

"Okay, but I can only stay for a little while; Raymond is waiting for me."

There is white-hot anger burning inside me as I hear his name come from those lips that were mine just few moments ago.

"What are you still doing with that man!"

"Oh, god, no! I didn't mean it like that. My dear mother invited him over for tea and I kind of snuck out in the middle of the get-together. I just wanted to see you again and just be safe…I mean…be with you."

"I still do not understand why you need to run home. What is wrong with your family?"

And as I say this, I can kick myself, for I have hit a nerve.

"Austin, it is complicated, and I just don't want complicated right now. Can't we just…just be here…right now?"

"Yes. It is just you and me; nothing else outside this cabin matters."

I take two steps closer and reach out for her hand, but she splays her hand against my chest as if to push me away.

"Why don't you tell me why you look like you can kill a man?"

"Who says I did not? It is one of those things that should be left unsaid."

I feel the sweet scent of lily and vanilla attack my senses as she moves two steps closer to me. Then one more step, and I finally close the gap between us.

"Austin, I am not someone that knows a lot of things, but what I do know is when someone I care a lot for is in pain and you, sir, are in a lot of pain. I wouldn't dream of pushing you to tell me what is going on, but I do want you to know that I am here to listen when you are ready."

"Did you say care? Do you care for me? What did I do to deserve your attention?"

"Well, you did hit a man for me, or am I counting it wrong? You came to my rescue, twice now. I think that deserves some kind of respect, some care?"

"It is actually three times, but who is counting."

"Then, I think you deserve one more of these…"

I am much shocked when she, ever so soft and sensual, brushes her lips against mine. It feels like a thousand feathers are tickling my lips. As she bites and nips and nibbles, a low moan escapes from her lips. She takes my face between her hands and pulls my lips even closer. Then she slowly presses through the seems of my lips and delve inside.

But then she pulls away.

"I got to go. I am sorry. Before I get into more trouble than what I am already in. Thank you for letting me see you again. These are the moments that I won't forget."

"When will I see you again?"

"Are you coming to the annual Knightley Christmas party? We can see each other then?'

"My dear Summer, there is no way that your mom shall invite this low-class cowboy to her fancy party."

"My wise old brother always throws an underground party. If you will, in the barn, not too far in on the grounds. My mother and father don't know about this, and this is the party I am talking about. I will excuse myself from the horror that they call a party and then come find you. What do you say?"