Snake Bite || Sapnap

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  I sat down at the foot of my bed and Nick and I both stayed silent. The spur of the moment energy that fueled our earlier confidence had dwindled and it left both of us not knowing what to do. What does one do after making out with one of their best friends that they happen to have a crush on? Even worse, what does one do after prefacing said kiss with "platonic"?

Nick carefully took a seat beside me and I could feel his gaze on my face. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes and I wasn't all that sure why. Maybe I was afraid that as soon as I looked at him the craving for his lips back on mine would only grow.

  Despite everything in me telling me not to, I turned my head and met his eyes. The heavy silence remained as I tried to read him. I was searching for any sort of unspoken hint as to how he was feeling and could only find uncertainty. He seemed just as conflicted as I was.

He was conflicted. Alarm bells were firing off in my brain telling me that I had fucked up. I shouldn't have indulged myself and I should have thought of that before. Before the situation was made any more serious, I fell back onto my easiest defense mechanism and made a joke. "You're a better kisser than I thought you'd be." I shot him a teasing smile and prayed that it eased some of the tension.

He snorted. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

I was just glad that he had laughed. All I had to do was keep up a joking air and hope that somehow this was all forgotten. "I said what I said."

Nick pouted in an exaggerated reaction before his face lit up when he thought of a comeback. "So, you're saying you've thought of how good of a kisser I'd be?"

That backfired. I shook my head and shot back a snarky response. "No. You just seem like a shitty kisser. You give off that energy."

"I'm not a shitty kisser." He frowned at my response.

"You're right. You just give off that energy." I chuckled at the sight of his new exaggerated pout.

"Which means I'm a good kisser." He stated it as more of a fact than a question.

He sure was addictive, just one kiss, no matter how heated, shouldn't leave me wanting more this bad. "Eh. Debatable. You're just not complete shit." I teased him.

  "Oh, shut up." He playfully pushed my arm and tried to hide his smile.

"I'm just being honest." I laughed and leaned back onto my bed to avoid his eyes.

  Nick shook his head. "I'd insult you back, but you know I'd be lying."

  I felt heat rise to my cheeks and rolled my eyes. "Duh. I'm incredibly hot and sexy. Being a good kisser is just part of the package." I feigned confidence.

He hummed and silence once again fell between us. There was less awkward tension, but tension was definitely still present. Talking about it in a joking way really only loosened things up a tiny bit.

My mind was racing to try to find a way to change the subject, but I hit a wall once I thought about the situation at hand. He was leaving soon, but the consequences of this would stretch far past the moment he left. Thinking about that was far worse than focusing on the tension of the moment. I sighed and reached for my phone. I needed an escape.

"Mel?" Nick caught my attention.

"Hm?" I looked from my Lock Screen to him.

He locked eyes with me and I still could read nothing but conflict. I felt butterflies in my stomach just from the look he was giving me. He had to know what effect he was having on me. There was no way he was that oblivious. That's when I noticed the slight movement of his gaze from my eyes to my lips. I could tell only one thing about how he was feeling, he wanted to kiss me again, but that meant nothing but trouble.