True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter Fourteen

Our eyes stare fiercely into one another's, waiting for someone to say something next.

I don't know whether or not he really wants me to kiss him.

He could still be out of it and not know what he's saying.

Or he could actually want to kiss me.

It's probably better if I don't, because when he snaps back to reality in an hour or two, he will regret wanting me to kiss him.

"Matt, I'm not kissing you." I said strictly, looking him in the the eye.

"Then you hate me?"

"Matt! I never said that! I'm already in a relationship with another boy!"

"Oh yea, the kid in the coma. He'll never know, even if he does get out of it."

"Matt, stop."

"Once you kiss me."

"Why do you even want to kiss me?!"

"So I know you don't hate me!"

"For the millionth time, I don't hate you!"

"Then kiss me."

"Oh, you want a kiss? I'll give you a kiss!"

By that time, I was so fed up with Matt that I honestly didn't care anymore.

I stood up from the chair and angrily walked over to the side of the bed.

"You asked for this!" I yelled before putting my lips against his.

It was nothing at first. Until he kissed back.

I cupped his cheek with the palm of my hand and went closer to him.

Then it turned into a real kiss.

I calmed myself and actually felt loved for once, in a long time.

I let go of the kiss and stared into his light brown eyes.

"I'm glad I asked for that." He said.

"Me too." I replied.