Twinkling in the Dark | ✔︎

Chapter 19

For the first few seconds, he didn't move his lips in correspondence with mine, but finally, he did. Thank gosh.

His lips were a dry desert, yet they were the warmest and purest water that kept me alive.

This time felt better than our first kiss in English class. And that one was already hard to top. This one was spontaneous and unexpected from the both of us. This was pure fire.

Fireworks exploded everywhere and anywhere on the surface of my skin. Fire raged through my veins and in my blood. He firmly grasped my elbow and grazed my cheek with his thumb, not helping the firecrackers settle down while my hands found their way to his jaw and around his neck as if it was natural -as if it were a habit already made.

In realization of what I just did, I pulled away faster than the speed of light.

What the actual fück did I just do?

We sat there, looking wide-eyed at each other like two deer caught in head lights for a while, the flames going through my veins finally extinguishing. His eyes filled with wonder and curiosity, and mine full of fear and surprise. The electrified air was filled to the brim of passion and tension.

"I-I," I stuttered, my mind going everywhere. "I'm so sorry! Oh my gosh, I'm such a f-"

I cut myself off when I saw his wide smile; the one that could light up an entire town. Yeah, that one.

"When are you going to fall in love, Aurora White?" He asked, my facial features to morphing to confusion. I thought he'd be mad, or at least address the kiss that had happened literal seconds prior. 

Now it was my turn to smirk. "I can't even fall asleep, Alexander Kings." My eyes quickly looked to his neck to see if he still was wearing the necklace; he was.

"You're scared of sleeping?" He broke the sparking atmosphere, bringing me out of the trance in his grey eyes; he had the kind of eyes anyone could get lost in. And I guess I already did.

I nodded. How does he just pretend like nothing happened less than a minute ago? I thought to myself.

"Me too," he said quietly.

"What happens now, Xander?" I ask, turning my head to him. He knew, and I knew that I wasn't talking about his trouble with sleeping.

He sighed quietly and closed his eyes. "I don't know."

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It was supposed to be a good day. Well, a decent day at the least. My plans of eating my lunch in the library were soon changed when I looked up from my book and met familiar, warm, brown eyes.It was quiet, it was safe, it was good.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped, looking up from my chemistry textbook at warm brown eyes.

Michael, the owner of the brown eyes, shrugged and put his hands in the pockets of his grey sweats. "I'm sorry," he rushed out.

"What do you mea-" I replied just as quick before being tossed over his shoulder. He sprinted through the library, earning curious looks and laughs from bystanders.

"What the hell, Michael!" I screamed, hitting my fists against his strong back. "Help me!" I shouted in despair at the laughing students, but only got 'shh' from the librarian. What is wrong with people?

"Sorry, Rory. Xander made me do it, okay?" Michael quickly apologized, taking pants between each word as he set me down at the familiar blue table I tried so desperately to avoid for the past couple of days.

"What the fück man? You can't blame the entire thing on me!"

"Is this an intervention?" I snapped narrowing my eyes at Xander. His guilty smile gave himself all away. "I hate you!" I whined at him and smacked his defined chest. Okay, maybe hitting him was just an excuse for touching his rock-hard chest, but that's beside the point! I was still pissed!