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33. Peck

Josephine

I lean back on my elbows and glance at the lake. At the people in the near and far distance. There are groups of friends. Couples. Parents with their little children.

I see a little boy running away from his father while shrieking and laughing. He's trying to look behind his shoulder, but his little feet tangle and he falls on his butt.

The sight makes me smile.

For the past week, Leo and I saw each other every day. Either at my place, cooking, then watching a movie while lounging on my couch. Or we take long walks and he steers me to various kinds of restaurants. Some low key and some very, very fancy. We even visited the zoo yesterday. It was fun feeding the monkey as they dangled from my shoulders and arms.

After the incident where he cut his finger and I realized I have feelings for him, I couldn't stop thinking about it. About him.

Sometimes I think he only sees me as a friend, but when he grabs my hand to steer me in a different direction than I'm supposed to and holds tight to my hand, I think he likes me the same way I do him.

Thankfully, no one interrupted our time together at my place. Maybe because they feel bad after last time or maybe because I've picked up the habit of locking my door once I enter my apartment.

Now, we're laying on the grass in a park after eating at a sushi place. It's the beginning of august and the weather couldn't be more perfect.

I'm wearing a shirt that ties at the front and a black skirt.

I sense Leo leaning his weight on his elbow, his temple on a fisted hand.

Facing him, I see he has his eyes on me already. My eyes stay on him. Even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to turn my gaze away.

Whenever our eyes meet, they latch together with such intensity that only a great force is able to break them apart. I've grown fond of the way his eyes wrinkle at the side with his soft smile. A smile directed at me.

I let my eyes trail his features as I lie flat on my back.

He's the most beautiful human being I've ever seen. His gray eyes shining under the sunlight. His brown hair seems lighter in the sun and it's messy from the humidity and his hands constantly fussing with the strands. His framed cheekbones and sharp jawline rival those of a Greek marble statue. All his features make him look truly a work of art.

As if he was made by an artist that traveled the world, looking for the most gorgeous and breath-taking features and drafted all of them together and the result was Leo.

His lips pull back even more in a wider smile, and I smile back at him. His hand comes up in the air and he, almost hesitantly, reaches for my face. The back of his knuckles graze my cheeks. Then he straightens a bit and his fingers reach the back of my neck.

Our gazes are locked and the world around us seems to have vanished.

His eyes have never been clearer than now before. They're focused on me and only me.

My gaze drops to his tongue darting out to wet his lips and when I meet his eyes again, they're a little more hooded and his face has become serious.

He inches forward and my breathing starts to become erratic.

This is it.

He's going to kiss me.

We've been dancing around our attraction for each other for quite some time now.

But we never cross the line. For what reason, I'm not sure. Maybe we were both afraid it will ruin our friendship. But I'm willing to take that risk.

And so is he, by the way he inches even closer.

His eyes never leave mine. Searching for just a flick of hesitation or rejection or whatever else he's searching for.

But I hold his gaze surely and without an ounce of hesitance.

His eyes flick to my parted lips and when they meet my eyes again, they have dilated a lot.

A lot. They're basically black now.

He's a mere hair away from actually touching my lips. I'm still like a board, laying on the grass and not knowing what to do. Letting him take the lead in this.

I feel soft puffs of air fanning my face as his thumb caresses my neck. The skin there tingles and prickles. Along with a few other places on my body.

The air becomes more humid, and it's laced with a current. Something that only happens when I'm with Leo.

For a moment, we just look at each other. This will be the last time we'll look at each other without knowing the taste of each other. The last time as 'just friends.' Because next time I open my eyes, we would've kissed and I'll view him under a different light. A better light.

Leo slowly lowers his face and softly, but firmly, touches his lips to mine.

I suck in a breath through my nose and somehow that breath felt more crisp.

His thumb on my cheeks moves back and forth, caressing the heated skin.

Before I want to, he moves his head back. But then he gives me one last peck and rests his head on his fist and looks at me.

I touch my hands to my face. Trying to cool the skin.

It doesn't help.

We just kissed. Holy cow.

His forefinger teases the strip of exposed skin above the hem of my skirt. He touches the tattoo that peeks out, an outline of a teddy bear my parents gifted to me. One I still own. Then that same finger moves to the tattoo under my collarbone. The numeral number 5.

"I like this one." His voice is breathy. He says the same thing for every tattoo. I'm convinced he likes them all equally.

I smile and say, "Me too."

"It reminds me of my cousins. Together, we're a group of five." He looks at me, "is this one about your brothers?"

I nod. "Mhmm. I wanted to put it on my heart but found out soon enough that it'd be weird if I have a tattoo representing my brothers near my breast." His head falls back in a bellied laugh. When he's finished, his face towers over mine. And he gives my nose a tap.

"You're cute." He mumbles.

My bottom lip sticks out in a little pout. That's exactly what a woman would want to hear. Especially after the guy just kissed her. That she's cute...

"Your nose is so tiny," he says, more to himself than me.

"Thanks?" I say as a question.

He chuckles, then peppers my face with loud smooches. I giggle and try to push him away as his stubble tickles me. He gives my lips the loudest kiss for the grand finale.

I can't stop smiling.

Then he stands up and holds out his hand for me. I take it and use it to stand up.

"Let me drive you home. It's supposed to rain in a few." He intertwines our fingers and starts walking.

•••

He parks the car, and I don't bother trying to remove my seatbelt. When my door opens, he unbuckles it, but instead of holding my waist and putting me on my feet, like he always does, he cages me with his hands on the seat near my thighs, his face inches away from mine.

That little kiss we shared at the park was not nearly enough. I want to do it again and experience more of how his lips will move against mine.

He leans closer and makes silly fish lips. "A kiss, please?" He points to his lips.

A surprised giggle leaves my mouth, but I comply. Because his lips are too inviting to turn down the offer and I need to sample more of his taste.

I frame his cheek with a palm and plant my lips on his for a peck.

After a moment, I pull back, but one of his hands moves to the back of my head to hold me there and he kisses me deeper.

My heart hammers in my chest when I feel his other hand land on my thigh. Then it starts trailing higher and his fingertips sneak under the hem of my skirt.

I'm not quite sure what to do with my other hand, so I rest it on his other cheek.

His hand on the back of my head moves and he gently grips my hair and angles my face for a better angle.

I feel something pushing against my lips. On instinct, my lips part and—oh my God!

Is this his tongue in my mouth?

What the hell is happening to me? To my body?

I feel like I'm sitting on the steepest roller coaster and my tummy is doing all these weird things.

His face is moving in a calculated way so that his mouth reaches a new part inside my mouth.

Oh, this feels good!

My fingers move to his hair to pull on it and he lets out the softest groan against my lips. The vibration adds to the sensation of the kiss.

And that makes my arms circle around his neck to pull him even closer to me. But apparently he doesn't agree because he pulls his face back and kisses my forehead.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks, his voice deeper and sexier. I don't dare to speak because I'm pretty sure no words will come out. I'm speechless.

So I give him a nod.

That was one heck of a kiss. And I'm sure that's not all he has to offer. Just the way his lips and tongue moved against mine and how his hands firmly gripped me...

Can we kiss again?

I look at his lips. They're red and moist. When I look at him again, he's smirking at me. My eyes roll and I push him back a little so I can get down.

"Want to break your leg?" He jokes. It's not that high from my seat to the ground.

"I can jump down by myself." I swing my legs to the side, ready to jump down, but he just grabs me and pulls me out of the car.

I huff an irritated breath.

"Cute." He has the audacity to make fun of me.

It's not that I don't enjoy how he always sets me down from the car, but I wanted to do it on my own this time.

I cross my arms and deadpan, "Guess who's not seeing me tomorrow?" Even if I wanted to be a little pissed at him, I don't have enough power to pull it through. I'll definitely be seeing him tomorrow, but it's fun to mess with him a little.

He chuckles but when I don't smile or laugh, he frowns. "Really?"

I quirk an eyebrow, and he grabs the back of my neck and gives my cheek a kiss. "I was just kidding, okay?"

I'm trying hard not to laugh, but when he holds my hips, his fingers digging in my skin, and he lifts me on top of his freaking truck, I can't keep my laughter in anymore.

Are you kidding me? How did he so effortlessly put me on top of the truck?

"Leo, put me down." I laugh at his goofy smile. How he looks peering up at me.

"Tell me I'll see you tomorrow." His hands slide from my hips, across my thighs, to my calves.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously." He squeezes my legs. "Now say it."

I wiggle my legs so he removes his hands, but he just drags them so the soles of my shoes rest on his shoulders. Good thing he's wearing a green shirt and not a white one.

"I'm still waiting..." he taunts, his fingers tightening on my shins.

I'm suddenly fully aware of our position and how his face is in line with my private parts.

"Josephine," his palms move to my thighs and I know that he's having the same thoughts as me as his eyes are hooded, the same way they were before he kissed me.

"No. Now I'm mad for real." I face away from him and look at the car next to us to try and clear my head. The car is white and there's a scrape on the passenger side door.

Could it be an ex that did it? It is a rather long and big scrape. Probably made with a key, or a screwdriver even.

"Honey," I feel him squeeze my legs and I whip my head to him.

"Honey?" My lips betray me and I smile.

His smile widens, and he nods. "Yes, because you're just the sweetest, aren't ya?"

One of my feet pushes him slightly in the shoulder, and he laughs.

The endearment sounded nice coming from his lips.

"Did you like me calling you 'honey'?" His lips touch the side of my shin and goosebumps erupt on the place where he kissed my skin. He trails his lips higher and that leg suddenly falls dead and the back of my knee falls to his shoulder.

"Honey," he whispers, barely audible above the honks of the cars nearby. He repeats the word in between kisses. My eyes fall shut for a moment at the intense tingling sensation I feel in my gut when he kisses the inside of my knee.

A particularly loud honk, maybe a truck or something, gets me to open my eyes wide and Leo's face pretty close to my center makes me push him back. Harder than I intended.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you that hard." My hand comes to cover my mouth. Way to ruin a moment, Josie.

"It's fine. I should be the one apologizing." He looks around, then back at me. "We are in public, after all." He winks. I huff a sigh of relief he's not annoyed at me.

He sets me down and clasps my hand. We walk together in silence up to my apartment.

He was being playful, and I had to ruin the moment by pushing him away. What if he takes it as a rejection? Because it wasn't.

We reach my door, and I unlock it. He stays outside, leaning his elbow on the doorframe.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says sternly.

"Maybe." I shrug and give him a teasing smile.

He inches forward and I lift my head up, inviting him to kiss me again.

He gives me the quickest peck known to mankind before straightening up again. I pout at the brief kiss. He taps my nose again then says, "Goodnight."

"Good night." I parrot then close the door and lock it. I peek through the peephole to see him still standing there, his fingers to his lips. After a few more seconds, he retreats. I lean my back against the door and let out a squeal.

Oh, my god!

We kissed. Multiple times. He even kissed my leg!

We went from a soft peck to French kissing to his lips kissing my leg.

Things are escalating quickly.

I jump in place before going to my bedroom.

The various kisses play in a loop in mind as I try to fall asleep.

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A/N:

THEIR FIRST KISS !!!!!!

Aaaaaaah🙀 Who screamed?  

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