I'm running out of stocked chapters guys... >.> I really need to stop uploading now until I have more piled up. Barely proofread either btw...

Survey at the end peeps ;)

Shout out to brightyeolie , amiva0402 , and jueka1 who already commented on the last chapter and again want more...

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"Sh-show?" I stuttered back. "What do you mean?"

"As in..." Flynn averted his gaze, hand coming up to rub at his neck in a way that almost suggested... well... he could be blushing. "I can show you how to kiss."

"As in... tell me what to do?"

"Show... I did say show. There's only so much you can tell."

I pressed my lips together, also now finding myself unable to look at him.

"I know I'm not on your list, but if you're that concerned about—"

"I told you that you would be on it now..."

We both turned to look at each other with that comment, both of our eyes wide, both of us biting at our bottom lips. Then, ever so slowly, his gaze trailed down to my mouth, causing my heart to thump loudly.

Flynn's gaze snapped back to mine. "Well... then... Did you want your first with the person you wish was on your list?"

Did I?

Evidently I would have loved my first to be with Noah. I had fantasised about kissing him over and over in my head over all the years—even when I crushed on someone else every now and then. Though my heart always drifted back to him.

But Noah wasn't going to be my first. Because I didn't even have the confidence to confess to him. Not as Callie with 1.5 legs and not even when I was Callie with two legs. Because even back then, we wrote the list in the first place to boost my confidence and experience so that I could match Noah's dating history.

Which meant I had two options. Well, three.

Option 1 (which technically isn't allowed): Throw my leg on and hobble out of this joint, calling it quits and backing out of the bet, whereby Lexi probably punishes me by telling Noah about my crush herself.

Option 2: Go in there and have my first kiss with Fraser, where it will most likely be horrible for him and for me and may backfire for my other kiss adventures.

Or Option 3: Kiss Flynn. Which would guarantee my chance to know what I'm doing when I kiss Fraser. Which would ensure my first kiss wasn't a total nightmare because Flynn's goal was to show me what to do. And which would also allow me to achieve the one wish I always wanted for my first kiss: that it's with someone nice. And Flynn certainly was that.

But option three had its dilemmas.

Did I find Flynn attractive? Yes. Of course, I didn't even know who he was when we were kids and making the original list. But as he had matured over the years, I certainly did start noticing him as time went on. Moreover, getting to know him over these past couple of weeks has only made him more appealing to me—as though his personality highlighted the physical features that were endearing.

But considering I didn't like like him... surely kissing him was bound to make our blossoming friendship awkward. Because how am I supposed to invite him over to my house and tutor him without thinking about...

Then again... I'm going to have this problem with all six guys, aren't I? Ashton and Luke were in my history class. Ray was in IT. Zac and Jackson were in maths and bio... And Fraser was in English. So I'd have to face them again at some point, which meant Flynn, who evidently knew this would add a weird twist to our friendship, probably had considered this before offering.

So, after I left him waiting, awkwardly fumbling his hands as his gaze began to flicker away from me more and more, I asked, "Are you sure... You wouldn't mind doing that?"

"Wouldn't..." He tried to stifle his smile, but it was to no avail. Corner of his mouth going up, he said, "Callie... It would be a privilege to not just kiss you, not even to teach you how to do it, but also to be your first. The boys on the list you will probably forget but everyone remembers their first... which means you will never forget me. And I can't complain about that." He winked at me, which was something he had done many times. But as he looked away, I saw his smile nervously falter.

Do I make him nervous?

When I didn't say anything he said, "That's me saying I definitely wouldn't mind."

"Oh," I replied. "Then... yes please."

Oh my gosh Callie... did you just say 'yes please'?

Stupid.

Uncool.

Idiot.

Flynn grinned at me, but instead of being his usual smile that went all the way to his eyes, this one was lopsided. Almost giddy. And it slowly fell as he shifted across the cubby floor, closer to me.

I gulped.

"You kind of need to face me," he said, voice low and rumbly.

And so I pivoted on my spot, slowly lowering my knees down so that I was 'crossed legged'—as much as my legs could cross, that is.

Then, suddenly, Flynn started leaning closer to me, his eyes beginning to shut.

"Wait," I squeaked.

His eyes opened and he moved back. "What's—"

"I, um... didn't realise you were starting."

"Start—" He failed to stifle his smirk. "Okay, Callie. I'm going to 'start' now."

"Mhmm," I managed to get through my tight throat.

Then, at once, he started leaning in again.

But as his smell of orange and sandalwood hit my nose, and my heart began pounding in my chest, and the air around me began to close in, I leaned away from him.

As he missed the mark, his eyes opened, looking up at me tilting my body far away.

"Do I have bad breath?" he asked, all allure drifting from his gaze as the offence began to creep in.

"No, no... You, um... smell really nice."

His brows shot up as he leaned back to a normal seated position. "Then?"

"I... How do I do this without freaking out? Like everytime you come close I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack and—"

Flynn suddenly reached out, grabbing my hand in his, bringing my words to a stop at the sudden touch. And as I went silent and didn't yank my hand back, he began lacing his fingers through mine. "How's this?" he asked.

"That's... tolerable," I said, voice still slightly high, but heart not beating too loudly.

Flynn scooted closer again, his knees now resting atop of mine. "And this?"

"That's fine." His knees touching me barely bothered me. It was more the romantic elements that caused weird bodily reactions that made me feel like I was falling apart.

Which made me wonder... did this get easier with each kiss? Was it just the first that felt like such a build up? Because I had never even really held a boy's hand before? Or each time it was someone new, was I going to freak out?

Flynn's other free hand slowly lifted from the ground, staying in my view until suddenly his fingers gently brushed along my cheek. "This okay?"

"Y-yeah," I breathed. "What are you... um..."

"I'm easing you into it," he chuckled, that grin returning and putting me at ease. "How about I talk you through it while you get used to me touching you?"

"O-okay."

"I'm not going to kiss you for long, okay? Don't worry about me slipping in any tongue or anything. And I will just touch you like I'm doing now. It will probably last about five seconds and we will see how you're doing after that to gauge if you want to do anything more."

"O-okay."

Then his eyes trailed down again to my mouth. "I'm going to try again," he breathed, already leaning in. His hand that was gently caressing my cheek slid behind my head. The fingers laced through mine unweaved themselves, coming up to my other cheek as he pulled me closer while also meeting me halfway.

And as he began to close his eyes, I took a deep breath and shut mine.

Just like before, at first his smell of orange and sandalwood hit my nose.

And just like before, my heart took off again.

But this time I didn't lean away. Instead, I moved closer.

His mouth finally, softly, gently, pressed against mine. Yet he didn't quite peck me like I expected. His plump lips moved a little further, not puckering against mine, but instead parting slightly as they dragged over my bottom lip.

And as the sensation of him holding my face in his hands, of his lips gently moving against mine, stirred a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, it was over too soon.

His mouth left mine.

He leaned back.

His grip dropped me.

And we both opened our eyes.

Then he grinned. "You good?"

Forgetting the concept of words, I nodded.

"You sure?"

"That was," I croaked, clearing my voice before I spoke again, "That was nice."

His gaze grew cocky. "Of course it was. Though you should know... Fraser isn't going to want to kiss you like that."

A part of me felt a little disheartened that he didn't say anything back about how it was for him. Then again, he did most of the work. I kind of just sat there and got kissed. Also... he didn't owe me anything. Flynn was the one doing me a favour here. "How do you... how will he want to kiss me, do you think?"

Flynn ran a hand through his hair, eyes avoiding mine as he said, "Considering he's drunk, he will probably want to make out with you."

"And that involves—"

"Tongue. Yeah."

"Did you... will you show me what to..."

Flynn grinned again, that smug gleam returning to his eyes. "Can't get enough of me, can you Callie?"

All swirling feelings I had stirring in my chest dissipated in an instant. I leaned over and whacked him on the shoulder. "Don't be a dick."

But he just laughed off my reaction and scooted closer again.

My eyes widened as he unfolded his legs, draping them over mine as he continued to shift. "What are you—"

"I'm going to break my back if I make out with you that far away."

And all anger disappeared, my throat tightening, my heart stammering. "What do I—" I said, looking down at my lap.

Flynn looked down, following my gaze, evidently getting the hint about my question on what to do with my legs. Suddenly, he removed his from on top of mine, awkwardly manoeuvring around me as I stretched mine out. Then, ever so gently, his hands touched my legs, draping them over each of his thighs as he scooted closer to me. "Is this okay?" he then asked as his own legs folded behind me, hands grabbing my waist to steady me.

"Mhmm," I replied, though I don't think my heart was.

But then one of his hands came off my waist, cupping my cheek again. Then, ever so slowly, I glanced up through my lashes into his obsidian gaze.

And as our eyes met, he gave me a small, warm, tender smile, then his thumb began to make small strokes across my cheek. "I can't believe you've been thinking this whole time that no one would want to kiss you," he whispered, even though it was just us in the cubby. Though, to be fair, sitting this close, with one of his hands on my waist, the other holding my face, the world around seemed to blur and grow quiet, like any noise would disturb this trance I was in as our bodies wrapped together like this.

But I couldn't hold his stare any longer. Dropping my eyes, I lifted my arms from my lap then glanced around his chest.

Do I put them on his shoulders?

Should I also touch his waist?

Do I just leave them in my lap?

"Anywhere," he said.

I looked back up at him.

"So long as you don't go groping me, Callie—because we're not there yet—then you can touch me wherever. Though I should warn you, holding onto someone's ear or feet would be pretty weird."

I couldn't stop the snort that came from my mouth at that final comment—because trust Flynn to ease my nerves in such a situation.

But rather than saying anything back, as he slid his hand around from my cheek to behind my head, I wound my arms around around his neck.

When our gazes met again, Flynn gently bit his lip before he said, "I'm not going to explain what I'm going to do with this one, Callie, because that's a bit weird to talk about. But just... follow my lead. And if you accidentally do something awkward, don't sweat it, okay? Teeth bumping, nose bumping, too much tongue, too little... all normal for first times. We can work on it."

My throat went tight at the very explicit mention of the makeout terms, but I nodded nonetheless.

"Feel free to tap out if it's too much too," he then said, before he started leaning in again.

And as he began to close his eyes, and I mine, his fingers gently weaved in my hair. But rather than going straight in for it, this time his mouth paused slightly. He stopped just long enough for me to feel his gentle breath hit my face. To feel the butterflies begin to swarm in my stomach. To create anticipation, a sense of yearning for his mouth on mine. Then finally he closed the remaining distance.

Just like last time, his lips dragged over my bottom one, but instead of coming apart, he went in again. And again. And again. And by the third time, I began to mimick him, slowly moving my lips in a puckering motion as we danced our mouths across each other.

Instinctively, one of my hands began to trail down his arm, slowly touching his waist. And Flynn tightened his grip on me, pulling me ever so slightly closer to him in response.

Then my fingers on my other hand began to weave through his hair.

And Flynn responded by pausing his movements slightly, tongue slowly tracing my top lip.

Heart racing, unsure what would come next, I parted my mouth—just as the characters in the books always did when this point came—then suddenly his tongue gently caressed mine.

But just as quickly as that occurred, he shut his mouth once more, going back to the previous kissing movements.

Until again, his tongue asked for entry to my mouth.

We went back and forth like that, the frequency of tongue becoming more periodic.

The amount of tongue varying.

Then suddenly our mouths weren't closing.

My hand that was on his waist shot back up to his neck as I shuffled closer to him.

His hand behind my head shot down to my waist, helping me lift up from the ground as I scooted onto his lap.

My legs wrapped around his waist.

His hands trailed up and down my back.

And as we pulled back ever so briefly to gasp for air and tilt our heads, I immediately crashed my lips back down onto his, deeping the kiss even further.

And Flynn let out a slight moan.

As we went on, tongues dancing, his hands gripping at my sides tighter, I couldn't help but slowly trail my fingers down his back, clutching at his shirt as my brain started to scream more.

Then as one of his hands slowly trailed down my thigh, and one bravely skimmed up under my shirt, brushing over my bare back, a voice saying, "Callie?" caused me to freeze.

Ahhh. Who interrupted them?

Now, time for the same survey again:

Team Noallie (Noah + Callie)

Team Callynn  (Callie + Flynn)

Also... just going to drop an interesting fact here for no reason at all. We have only seen Noah from Lexi's POV.  Did any of you notice that?

And some cute art I threw together for their kiss. Unfortunately they wanted me to have characters with the same skin tone so it took some photoshopping but I thankfully made it work.

In colour:

And in night vision: