Concussed

"Don't laugh, that hurt"
And yet, I couldn't control my girlish giggle from flooding the room.

"Christ, you sure aren't caring...as far as gay boys go, anyways"

I rolled my eyes and continued tapping on her keyboard, swaying my hips slightly, making the spinny chair  move in a smooth half circle.
She pressed her pianist fingers against the back of her head, where she had seconds before hit clamorously into her headboard.

"I'm dying," She concluded, "I'm dying, or I'm going blind, either one. But everything's getting dark. Any confessions, Tom? This could be your last chance."

"You're fine, Lara."

"But seriously, how do you know if you have a concussion?" All the familiar drama left her voice and she directed her quizzical honey eyes at the computer screen.

"I'm pretty sure you'd throw up," I suggested, simultaneously typing "signs of concussions" into the Google search bar.

"Here, let me see," I said after scanning the first webpage. I got up and sat next to where she was sprawled on her bed.

I positioned myself with one leg bent towards her, the small space she had left requiring my left knee to scrape lightly against her. I moved her musician's fingers away from her summery hair and breathed, "Tell me where it hurts".

I slid my hand between her head and the pillow and gently lifted her towards me in order to softly prod the back of her head, searching for the tender spot so I could kiss it and make it better.

"Do you feel anything? Are you ok?" I spoke like a mother to her child.

"I- it doesn't hurt anymore," Lara answered innocently.

And then I looked at her face. At her big, shimmering honey eyes and her lightly freckled nose and her coral lips slightly opened and I just leaned in and kissed her, letting the weight of her head fall lightly back on the pillow.
And I just kissed her and she kissed me back. And I hovered my hand above the sensitive skin above her knee and she took my hand and pinned it against her flesh and I swore at that moment that I was sure she loved me and so I just said it, murmured right into her coral lips, "Lara, I love you."

She furrowed her eyebrows and pushed me away from her lightly freckled face and honey eyes.
This time it was her coral lips that giggled girlishly as she shook her head, "But I'm not gay."