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❝ my heart is yours ❞
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Jean, can you take out the trash?" Sasha called out to her friend who was laying on the sofa while she was in the kitchen, scrubbing the evening's plates.
"Sure thing," he replied and made his way out the door.
To tell the truth, he was looking for anything to do, as long as it would take his mind off of things, even just for a minute. In fact, he had spent the evening playing drinking games to loosen himself up, to keep his mind away.
"Here we are," Porco broke the quiet as the car rolled up to the driveway of Sasha's house. Trying his best to be the gentleman, he opened the passenger door for you.
"Thanks again for such a good evening," you thanked him, the snow chilling you a little.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Porco paused momentarily. "...So, when should we do this again?"
Your eyes widened. You didn't want to decide yet - you needed time.
"Er- Porco I-"
You felt a soft hand against either of your cheeks. His gentle eyes were awed by your e/c ones.
"y/n, you don't have to say anything. Just-" He interrupted himself and placed his lips against yours.
Your lips had been kissed by him perhaps a thousand times before, but this time felt different. Still, you froze up again.
That's when Jean exited the front door to take out the trash. He froze too.
As he felt nothing from you, Porco pulled back, your faces remaining close.
Deserting the trash by the doorstep, Jean watched as his heart began to burn. He snapped out of it. It would be creepy to watch. But he just couldn't stop watching. Porco's lips on yours, his hands on your cheeks, his body so close to yours, as his world seemed to cave in on him.
Silently, he slipped back through the door and into the sitting room where Sasha and Connie were napping. He nudged their sleeping forms lightly.
