So On

Chapter 13 - I Gotta Try This 'Being Friendly' Thing

     Brandon was the dominant one during our kiss. I let him be, because I had no idea how to do it right. I still can't believe I was his first kiss. He seemed so natural at this. I'm just copying what he's doing.

     He tasted like the potato chips we were eating just a while ago and no doubt I did too. And no, it's not as yucky as I described it to be.

     It's potato flavored, c'mon.

     I felt tingling sensations all over my body - ticklish yet satisfying. His hand went down to my neck, pulling me closer as if the tiny distance between us was still too much. His other hand began tucking my hair behind my ear. His touch was just...

     I don't know how to describe it.

     Cold? Since I shiver every time he does?

     Hot? Since it kinda burns?

     Ticklish? Because I get goosebumps?

     I have no idea. All I know is I didn't want him to stop. As he pressed his lips harder on mine, I could feel how he was being careful. He wasn't forceful, he was doing it slowly and gently, and gave me just enough time to learn how to respond properly.

     Brandon was an expert. Or something. I have no basis or comparison to say he was so good at kissing, but the feeling just made me feel drunk, dizzy, winded.

     I felt him smile in between kisses. I smiled too, and I had no idea why. My eyes were closed and I didn't want to open them while this moment lasts.

     We pulled away for a few seconds to catch our breaths and then dived back in as if our lives depended on it. His lips were warm and comfortable, his touch was tingling and reassuring.

     I just realized I was trusting him more and more each day. I'm not sure why. I just feel safe with him. And comfortable. Should this be a good thing or a bad thing?

     A consecutive number of beeps began from my phone. We ignored it for a few seconds, but after remembering what that was for, I held Brandon's face and reluctantly pulled away.

       "Time," I showed him the timer on my phone. He laughed incredulously before scratching the back of his head in a boyish manner.

       "You really timed it? Aw man."

     I chuckled at his reaction before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gave him a wry smile. "Why? Couldn't get enough?"

     I was bluffing. It was me who couldn't get enough. But there's no way I'm telling him that.

     He returned my smile. "Potato babe, it's the other way around. I warned you about my kissable lips. You know you can't resist."

       "Dork," I snorted at the mention of his 'kissable lips.'

     I stood up and dusted my pants. Before I got to his chair near his desk, he released a dramatic sigh. Dramatic enough for me to turn around and look at him weirdly.

     He was pouting and folding his arms like an eight year-old. "I'm starting to dislike this ten-limit rule."

     I hid a blush. No, no. I shouldn't be affected. He's just saying that because he enjoys kissing, not because it's with me. Or maybe he's just saying that to woo me.

     I never run out of excuses. See? Even I know they're excuses.

     Brandon and I watched reruns the rest of the day before I went back to my apartment. I went home as soon as Leo texted me saying he and Nichole were done talking and that he was going home and I should leave because he didn't want to walk in on Brandon and me doing something that'll burn his eyes again.