Take a look through my eyes.

His rounded face. His bushy chin. His thin lips curled into a smile. The way his head was tilting to the side. His brown eyes. They were smiling too.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, his deep voice ringing throughout my head, disrupting my thoughts.

I reached out and ran my fingers through his short brown hair. "You", I answered leaning forward to be closer to his face. "You're so adorable."

He leaned forward from the wall to the side of my bed which he was sitting on, meeting my face and planting his lips on mine. He brought his lips just a millimeter away from mine and muttered, "I was staring at you, too. You're so beautiful, babe."

I was always at a loss for words when he said things like that to me. He, used to it, pulled me close for another kiss. "I love you", he breathed on my lips before he did.

I could respond to that. " I love you too", I whispered into his mouth. That response was instant. Almost robotic. Chad could sense it. He pulled away from me and held onto my shoulders, studying my quizzically.

"You mean that?"

I swallowed. Of course I meant it. I wouldn't have said it if I didn’t. It was him I was worried about. "Do you?"

Love was an over used word and when said by a teenage boy like Chad, it was usually just as a magic word to get into a girl's pants.

I loved more than just Chad's dick though. I loved every damn bit of him. From head to toe. But his love I wasn’t so sure about. If he could see into my heart, the love I had for him would actually melt a whole right through his body like it was doing to mine, but I couldn't see into his heart. No matter what he told me, I didn’t know his real intentions. Even through all his loving words, I still couldn’t trust him.

He tilted his head to the other side in confusion. "Of course I do. You know that."

"No I don’t", I answered bluntly. I really didn’t know why those words were coming out like that. "You may tell that you do, but I don’t know that for sure."

Chad studied me for awhile in silence. I studied him back, watching all the features of his face that I loved etched with thought. I was inspecting him so hard, that I didn’t even notice his grip on my arms gradually increasing, until all of a sudden it happened. He kissed me. But this was no ordinary kiss. He had kissed me many times before, yet this one was somehow different. It felt different. Like as our mouths connected, our souls were connecting also. And finally I saw how he felt. He didn't just want to fuck me, he actually loved me.

He pulled away. "I love you." He meant it. There was no more questioning.