Chapter 7

“Hi”, Ross says, taking a small step closer to me.

“Hi”, I reply, my voice barely audible as I watch him watching me.  Ross reaches his hand up out of the water and brings it up to my face as he tucks a strand of wet hair behind my ear. 

“I know we’ve only known each other for a few days, but I can’t help but feel that our time together has been much longer than that”, Ross tells me, his hand dropping back to his side before he reaches out to grab my hand.  “Elizabeth, you are like no other girl I have ever met, and I’ve meet quite a few, but that isn’t the point!  The point is, you’re amazing and beautiful and smart and very sarcastic at times, which makes me laugh a lot.  At this point I just can’t imagine what it would be like not knowing you.”

I take a quick second to try and process what Ross just said to me.  He likes me?  Ross Shor Lynch actually likes me?  I freak out inside my head.  Say something!  Don’t leave him hanging after saying something so sweet and genuine!

"Ross, I’ve known about you for a little over three years now and you have been my celebrity crush since then, but never in a million years did I actually expect to meet you and get the opportunity to get so close to you.  These past couple days have been the best ever, and a dream come true.” 

Ross lets go of my hand and brings his hand back up to my face and rests his fingers against my cheek, the heel of his hand cradled under my chin.  He takes another step closer to me, our lips only inches apart.  I look into Ross’s eyes watching as they stare into my green eyes, taking a brief second to glance down at my slightly parted lips before looking back up at me.  I see him slowly lower his lips closer to mine and I shut my eyes in anticipation, waiting. 

Finally, his soft lips meet mine as he gently kisses me.  Ross’s hand drops from my face and encircles my waist while I raise both of my arms to wrap around his neck.  My fingers grab at the hair at the nape of his neck as our kiss deepens.  I open my lips at the same time he does, allowing his tongue to gently poke into my mouth and dance with mine.  Much sooner than I wanted, Ross pulls away, but only by a small distance.

“Wow”, Ross finally says, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes still focused on my lips.  Before I can get the chance to respond he kisses me one last time before pulling away. 

“I’m so glad I decided to come to L.A.”, I whisper. 

“Me too”, Ross laughs, wrapping me into his arms and squeezing me tightly in a hug.  We swim around the pool a little while longer, stealing small kisses here and there, before climbing out and drying off.  I glance at my phone to discover that it is almost 1:30 in the morning already. 

“You tired?” Ross asks me as he entwines his fingers with mine. 

“Not anymore!” I smile up at him, quickly pecking his lips. 

“Good.  Are you hungry then?  I know I am!”  I laugh and quietly follow him into the house.  We dig around the kitchen until deciding on huge ice cream sundaes.  I fill my bowl with French vanilla ice cream and top it off with hot fudge, whipped cream, cherries and sprinkles – the works.  Ross’s bowl looks like mine, except a little bit bigger.  We head into the living room and spread out across the couch.  Ross tells me to pick out a movie of my choice before running off, telling me he will be right back. 

I flip through the collection of action and comedy and romance DVD’s before settling on White Chicks.  I sit back down on the couch and hear Ross climbing back down the stairs. 

“Hey”, he says and I turn at the sound of his voice to see him wearing Hollister sweatpants and a ribbed tank that shows off his muscles, with his hair already partially dried.  God, he looks hot in just about everything, doesn’t he? I silently question myself.  Then I notice the extra pair of sweatpants and shirt dangling from his hand.  I look back up at his face to see one of eyebrows raised in a question.

 “What do you got there?” I ask, hoping that he answers the question with the response I, and any other girl, would hope for.