Flynn - a kissing booth fan fiction

Kisses

Author's Note:

To those of you who've read my other books, thank you and nice to see you again!

To those who haven't, this book picks up directly after my little prequel story, Becoming Flynn, so you may wish to read that first...

To all, this story will be the kissing booth story told from Noah's POV, that is TKB 1,2 and 3. I intend to weave in elements from the books as well as the movies where I think it makes for a better story, so it's not going to completely mirror just the books or just the movies. And, I'm obviously going to be including some original storyline because the books/movies don't detail what Noah was doing in between his scenes... 

As always, full credit for these characters goes to Beth Reekles and the team at Netflix for the movie adaptations.

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Standing in front of Elle at the kissing booth, I glance out at the crowd watching us. Elle's still babbling and I'm sure left to her own devices she'll never stop. She's nervous because she's never been kissed before. I'm nervous because I've never kissed her before. I guess she'd be even more nervous if she wasn't blindfolded, if she knew it was me standing in front of her. Would she run away? It's too late for me to run, there's no going back now.

It's not like I don't want to kiss Elle, in fact I've thought about it from time to time over the last couple of years, when it seemed like there might be something there between us. Until now, I've always stayed on the right side of the line, never acted on the impulse. Elle's always been off limits, and I know what I'm about to do won't ever be able to be undone. But, if this is the only way I'll ever know, there's no way I'm going to waste the opportunity fate has unexpectedly provided.

Because she's still talking, Elle's mouth is slightly open when I touch my lips to hers, and I feel her sharp intake of breath. More than that though, I feel the jolt of electricity between us, like being zapped with static, except pleasurable. My hand finds its way to her waist as her hand grasps my arm. The kiss isn't that short, but it's careful and still over too quickly for my liking.

I can't bring myself to move too far away from Elle when we part. As she lifts up her blindfold, I feel a thrill of fear up my spine. What if she runs away now that she knows it's me? But she doesn't run, she barely moves at all, and I watch the emotions play across her face. Surprise. Confusion. Hope?

There's enough suggestion that she might have felt the same thing I did to make me crash my lips to Elle's again, and this time our kiss is not short and it's definitely not careful. My grip on her waist tightens as one of her hands finds my cheek and the other curls around my neck. Everywhere she touches makes my skin feel like it's on fire. She's kissing me back and this is 100 times better than the first kiss, because she knows it's me and she still wants this. Right now, in this moment, she wants me.

Her mouth moves perfectly with mine, both of us seeking more of the other. Just for now I let myself feel everything I've done my best to ignore and it's incredible. I should have known that kissing Elle would be different to kissing any other girl, because she's not like anyone else. She's more.

As much as I don't want it to end, the part of my brain that's yelling at me won't shut up and I remember where we are. Resting my forehead against Elle's, I try to remember how to breathe, my eyes never leaving hers. "Damn," I exhale, unable to form any other words right now.

Elle looks like she's struggling with the whole breathing thing too, but there's a flicker of a smile there. At least there is until her eyes slide to the left and she spots the crowd, who erupt into cheers.