Decisions
"Will you hurry up? We're going to be late!" Lando's voice sounded through the hallway as I began climbing the stairs.
"I just couldn't decide what to wear!" I yell back, my feet carrying me quickly into my bedroom.
I stand in front of my once tidy wardrobe and start flicking through the clothing again.
"No...no...not that...definitely not." I sigh and my shoulders naturally slump.
"Nothing will be good enough," I mutter under my breath. Lando was right though, I am going to make us late.
I finally decided on a plainish, black skirt and yank it from the wardrobe. I pull my jeans off and pull the skirt on, trying to be as fast as possible. Next, I pull my shirt over my head. Staring in the wardrobe, I choose two options. I'll decide which looks better on.
"Oh...sorry!" Lando suddenly appears in the doorway. By the time I've turned my head to look at him, he's already looking away. "I didn't see anything." He says shyly, his back facing me.
"You're lying." I say, slowly lowering my arms that had automatically lifted to shield myself.
Lando slowly turns around, his eyes surveying my half-dressed body.
"I'm not exactly naked though," I half laugh. He lowers his eyes to my chest and I'm suddenly very aware that I'm standing in just a skirt and bra in front of my best friend. "I should probably put a top on...but I can't decide which one." I hold them both up lazily.
He takes a few steps towards me, slowly at first, until he's stood only a few inches away. He raises his hands and places them on each of my wrists. I want to speak but no words but leave my mouth. As he lowers my arms, which are still holding the two options for tonight's party, he lets out a short sigh.
"What are you doing?" I finally manage to mutter.
"Nothing." He says. He just stares at me and his gaze feels so intense I can almost feel it in my stomach. Butterflies.
"O-okay..." I say.
I let his eyes wonder up and down until they finally meet mine. Suddenly, his expression softens.
"I'm sorry," he says, pulling his arms back to his sides.
"Don't be."
And then I closed the gap between us. Lando places one hand on my cheek, his thumb slowly caressing me, and the other around my waist.
"You're just so beautiful," he says, before leaning in so close that I can feel his breath against my lips. I was practically yearning for him to kiss me by this point.
Then, softly, he places his lips on mine. It was slow at first, gentle. He began to quicken the kiss, deepening it moment by moment. He tasted like chocolate - as he'd just stolen some from my kitchen counter minutes before now.
"Mmm," Lando moaned into the kiss, his hand on my waist tightening it's grip.
Eventually, after what felt like ten minutes, he pulled away and a small smile formed on his face.
"Well I'm not sorry about that."
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This one is a bit shorter. Thank you for reading!! I'm open to any suggestions or particular drivers you want more of :)
