Valentine (troyler AU)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Most of you wanted this one, so here ya go. Enjoy!

Troye’s pov 

I didn’t think that I’d ever get such an easy opportunity to kiss Tyler. After convincing him to kiss me on the roof, I thought that I’d never have a chance to kiss him again. I’d told myself that that was a good thing. I shouldn’t be kissing my best friend, it wasn’t right, and it wasn’t proper. But that didn’t stop me the second I got a chance to kiss him again. 

Zoe’s words fell from her mouth like magic, twisting a spell around my very being. The room seemed to have a shroud thrown over it. The only thing I could see was Tyler, and his eyes were wide as they looked at me. He appeared to be nervous, but I could also see the want in his eyes. The need that I felt in my very bones, I knew he felt it too. Tyler was gnawing on his lip, the lip that I would hopefully soon be kissing.

“Why don’t you kiss, you know, to prove that you don’t have feelings for each other?” Zoe had said. They echoed throughout my mind, bouncing off the walls and rebounding through my thoughts. The words seemed to overlap and repeat, it was all I could hear. 

“Oh I d-dunno,” I stuttered, although I was lying. I did know, I knew that I wanted to kiss Tyler. It was all I knew. I was only nervous because he might not want to kiss me. After all that’s what the night on the roof had been for, to get all of the kisses out. This went strictly against what we’d agreed on, and I was fine with it.

Zoe started to say something, but I barely heard her. I was too lost in my thoughts. I turned my head to look at her, watching as her lips moved. I hastily tuned back in, hearing just the last of what she’d said: “Just kiss him.”

“In front of all of you guys?” I prompted nervously. It was one thing to kiss Tyler; it was another having all of my closest friends watching. This would definitely cut our kiss shorter than it could be. Plus Tyler would probably feel weird making out in front of them. If he even wanted to kiss me.

“Obviously,” Zoe said, adding a sassy eye roll.

“Okay,” I whispered, shoving my fear for Tyler from my mind. He would get over it after he felt this kiss. I scooted closer to him, grabbing his face lightly. I rested my forehead against his, each of my breaths washing over his mouth. I heard the slight intake of breath from Tyler, and I pressed my lips against his lightly. I barely brushed his lips with mine, and it felt very close and intimate. Just the action of my bottom lip rubbing against his left me breathless with a pounding heart. This boy gave me heart palpitations; I should stay away from him if I didn’t want to get a heart attack. I scooted closer.

Finally, I pressed my lips against his again, although only a little bit more firmly. Tyler’s mouth quivered against mine, although not out of nervousness. He seemed barely able to hold himself back from grabbing my face and pressing his lips furiously against mine. His hands rested lightly at the crook of my elbows, and he tugged on them lightly, as if asking for me to kiss him harder. I refused. 

I refused to kiss him right then, right away. I moved my mouth all around his, sometimes an entire inch away from his actual mouth. I pressed my lips against the corners of his. I pressed them against just the bottom lip, and then just the top. I took my time kissing each individual part of his mouth, drawing an invisible map of his mouth in my head. I knew of each line and bump and curve of his mouth, just from pressing mine to his. Tyler was breathing in short intakes of breath, each one quiet, yet loud in my ears. 

His fingers tightened on my arms slightly, almost involuntarily. I opened my eyes, looking at his face, with his closed eyes. They were shut lightly, although they fluttered like they were about to open. I swiftly brought my lips against his, hard, not wanting him so see me staring at him. Tyler gasped loudly against my mouth. Our lips moved together, almost hungrily. It was as if Tyler was my replacement for the cupcake that I didn’t get to eat. If Tyler was what I got instead of cupcakes, then I’d never eat a cupcake again.