The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Forty-Four

Valentine

Heart-wrenching.

Achingly beautiful.

That's what how I would describe the film that we've just watched. I caught a lot of different feelings from the film, and one of them is the exhilarating feeling of being in love, at least that sensation spawned from the beginning of the film. The whole roll of the film started from schoolboy lovers going forward to still being in love towards adulthood. That's the kind of love story I wanted to have. Unfortunately, it's already too late for me to have that because I'm on my way to destroy the one and only candidate that can give me that kind of love story. I believed Dominic when he said that he really fell in love with me in high school, and it would've been so romantic and fulfilling if we stayed in love throughout college until now that we're adults.

Sometime in the middle of the film, I realized that I was already holding Dominic's hand as he found security and comfort from resting his head on my shoulder. If he quickly found that sense of comfort and safety in me, I found a sense of romance. The spur of the moment made me want just to kiss him and hold him tighter than ever. The human contact didn't fail to make me feel warmer and a lot less lonely that I've made a quick decision to savor this moment while it lasts. After I break him, I just realized that it would take some time, most definitely years, for me to find someone that I will love. Someone who deserves to love and be loved. Someone whom I know will love me without the intention of hurting me.

By the time we rolled to the scene where Tim had asked John for a kiss at the beach, I was already thinking of kissing Dominic. I have to admit that I missed his mouth. I missed how he tasted so much like strawberries and cigarettes all at once. When he moved away to grab a can of beer, I deliberately called for his attention.

"Can I kiss you?" I uttered, looking straight into the windows of his soul.

"Wha..." He paused, almost like a wild deer in headlights, but then he immediately realized what I'm trying to do, and he opened his mouth to speak. "Give it a go," He finally replied.

I cupped his face and slowly moved my face near him until I was already plastering my lips to his with such tardy motion. One smooch, just a simple suck on his upper lip, and I'm perfectly satisfied, so I moved a few inches away without disrupting our eye contact. He looked at me with such unsatisfied intent and moved his face back, and we kissed once again. I thought he's just going to give me a normal kiss similar to what I gave him, and we'll go back and continue watching the film, but he was getting a little bit aggressive than what I expected. His tongue snaked inside my mouth, and I responded to that just as I would. I held the back of his head and began reciprocating his aggressive energy. I'm starting to taste the meat sauce of the pizza from his mouth, and I'm sure he's starting to taste the very same thing from mine.

"I'm so sorry," Dominic unclasped from the kiss and looked away as he apologized.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." I replied as I mustered a deep sigh. I got carried away with that.

"I got carried away,"

"Me, too. We should go back to the film." I suggested, and he grabbed the can of beer he was supposed to get a while ago before I interrupted him for a kiss.

There's a few bits of awkward silence floating like glitter in the air when we went back to watching the film, but it quickly dissolved to extinction when we found back our focus. I purposely held his hand again, slowly interlacing my fingers within the space of his; this time, I was the one resting my head on his shoulder.