Roads That Cross...

... With More Than a Music Video

YES, THIS TOOK 3 MONTHS, BUT HERE YOU GO. *offers this piece of trash with humble hands*

Also- Yay! Chapter 20! We're finally in the middle of this journey!! (And it only took me 3 years. Hahaha..ha.)

As always I hope you like it and thank you for sticking with me all this time. I love you all.

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"Okay, okay: First kiss."

Both were laying on their sides, their legs entwined. They'd been like that for a while, tangled in bedsheets, making each other questions, sharing anecdotes. Everything was a little obscured under the sole lamp light they'd left on in the otherwise pitch-black room, but she could see him perfectly. Ámbar loved the mirth in his eyes, the curiosity and attention as if she were going to reveal the mysteries of the world. She loved the carefree and satisfied quality of his smile, knowing she'd put it there.

She had her head against the pillow while he was resting his in one hand. Which was a little distracting because the position made his arm look huge. His neck still had marks from her teeth and his chest was strong. Like his shoulders. Like his everything.

Damn, she wondered if it'd be too rude to interrupt the get-to-know-you to ask for another round.

She had to focus for some seconds to remember what he'd asked her. Hopefully, he'd take that as her trying to remember and not salivating at the thoroughly thrashed image of him. Well— She'd always been very proud of her accomplishments.

"At 10 with a kid from school," she finally answered, transporting her mind to those old times. "My class was playing spin the bottle and they dared me to join so, of course, I had to do it."

"Obviously."

"I think his name was Rodrigo or something like that. He left the Blake shortly after to go live in London with his dad— you know how it is. Anyway, it wasn't memorable, clearly, just a small thing, but it wasn't bad. The second guy in the game though tried to put his tongue in my mouth and it was disgusting."

His face scrunched up in utter bafflement. "At ten years old?"

"At ten years old! I don't know what was up with him," she said, sharing his sentiment. "Anyway, I'm quite sure I shoved him and told him to never get near me again in his life. His name I do remember: Manuel. I hated him ever since."

Simón laughed softly. "So little and already so fierce."

"Why, of course," she replied with a playful hair flip and both chuckled at her antics. Simón pulled her closer by the waist and gave her a short kiss. "Okay, what about yours?" She asked, smiling.

"At seven with Luna."

She blinked. "Really?"

"Yup," he said with amusement. "We were always seeing people kiss in movies and stuff so, in complete childish innocence, we decided to try it."

"And how did that go?" She asked, a little more jealous than she would admit. It was just a kiss, Ámbar, come on.

"Completely uneventful." He laughed and sat up a little, talking with his hands as Ámbar had noticed he was prone to do. She straightened up a little too to see him better. "It was like the smallest peck you can imagine, okay? Like, our mouths barely went 'smooch' and it was over. Then we just looked at each other like... 'That was so weird' and just never tried that again. ...Well," he averted his gaze for a moment, "not until... you know."