LOUIS' POV
He gives me instructions where to drive and we soon arrive at his house.
Its a medium size in a red-brown stone and it looks very cozy..
I stop next to a car parked on the driveway, next to a tree and I set my bike pickle so it can balance.
I step off and do my helmet off, he follows my actions..
We look at each other again for like the 30th time today and we both look like idiots, our hair messed up and cheeks glowing red form laughing and each other's presence.
He gives me the helmet, our hands just lightly brushing against each other, causing a small shiver to run up my arm and I attach it to the back.
As I turn back around, facing him he's got this look in his eyes again.. the look of want and I'm sure my eyes say nothing else then that.
I slowly inch closer to him as I drag my lower lip between my teeth..
I grab the sides of his T-shirt in my hand and look up at him.
He looks at me, his pretty pink lips slightly parted.
His eyes go to my lips and back up to my eyes.
I do the same..
He's got his hands resting around my waist and mine around his.
The distance between our faces slowly closing.. the heat rising.
I bring my lips to his, now completely closing the distance that was still left and pull back for a sec, our foreheads still touching.
My lips find his again and I smile into the kiss.
Our lips move together and it's just so amazing, so soft, so sweet.
Its like as if automatic pilot turns on when we kiss, like this is the thing I was born to do.
He pulls back and i miss his touch immediately.. his cheeks a rosy pink and a smile prominent. In my head I coo at how cute he looks right now.
"Thank you for tonight," he says, his voice hoarse...
"Thank you too." I say
"See you later Lou!"
"Bye Haz!"
He gives me a last peck on my cheek and I wave him goodbye...
I see him walk into his house and I stand there for just a bit...
I slowly make my way home, satisfied with my day.
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I hope y'all liked the kissing scene that has been long waiting 🙄🤚
Someone love me like they love each other thank you!
Also I don't know if it's the right word but I call it a bike pickle. (fiets augurk✨)
Xoxo
- Kurt
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