Duskwood After Story

The Kiss

Note about this chapter:

Hi there lovely people!

As you can see from the title, finally, the long awaited kiss happened. It's not as long as the other parts but I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter for this special moment. Hope you'll enjoy it. :)

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After we'd finished our desserts, Jake popped up the wine and poured a glass for me. We gave each other a toast. I sipped from my cup and set it down. I couldn't drink much since I was the night's designated driver. I stretched out on the blanket and took in the night sky. Jake put down his cup and joined me. He held out his arm and beckoned for me to put my head on it. I cautiously inched closer and rested my head on it like he wanted.

"Is it too heavy for you?"

"No."

"If your arm gets tired, let me know ok? I'll move over."

"I'm fine, Bailey."

He whispered sweetly. When his warm breath touched the sensitive part of my ear, it sent shivers up and down my spine. I thought I was getting better but no, my damn nerves came back and my heart started dancing like crazy in my chest again. Feeling my face getting warmer by the minute, I quickly covered it with my hands. But Jake noticed it right away. He slightly rose while keeping his arm tucked behind my head. He then pried apart the cocoon I had created between my fingers with one hand, revealing my crimson face underneath.

"Bailey".

He called out my name. My face was hot, and so was his breath. Tears were welling up in my eyes. As he drew in closer and hesitantly brushed his lips across mine for the first time, a warm feeling began to blossom in my chest, and sparks began to ignite. It was just perfect, with Jake's smooth lips juxtaposed against the sharpness of the liquor, and the sweetness of the cake still lingering on both of our tongues. The overwhelming scent of his cologne sent flutterings of excitement through my tummy. I drew him closer to my body. Onto me. With both arms. My chest was pressing strongly against his. When we kissed, his lips were velvety smooth, almost pillowy, on mine. As we breathed each other in, I could feel the gentle tickling of his breath beneath my nose. At the same time, my fingers were sliding through his hair. His persistent mouth was separating my trembling lips, which caused wild tremors to run along my nerves and evoked sensations that I had no idea I was even capable of feeling in my body. And even before a swimming giddiness started spinning me around and around, I knew that I was kissing him back.

When our lips finally parted, Jake leaned his forehead against mine, breathing heavily as if he was inhaling in every inch of my body. He whispered sweetly:

"You do not know how much I wanted to do that. I think about you every moment we are apart. I listen to your phone when the ache in my heart cannot be contained anymore. I know you don't like it when I do so, but forgive me, Bailey, for even I cannot control these feelings I have for you. Before long, I started picturing how soft and sweet your lips would be on mine. How warm and small your body would be in my arms. I thought I would be fine without ever feeling you, touching you. I thought I was fine as long as you were safe and away from me. But Bailey, you're like a drug. Once I've tasted you, I cannot stop taking you in anymore. Just the thought of that makes me go crazy."

I cupped his face in my hands as his lips trembled with words he had fought to bury for so long. I had never heard Jake talk that much about his feelings. For a long time, I had accepted that I might have loved him more than he did me. I yearned for him every day even though my body had never known his. At times, it was so unbearable that I thought my heart would break in half leaving me with nothing but an empty shell, never knowing what life with him would be. But this, his sweet honey words poured into my ears like the first ray of sunlight after a long winter. I no longer doubted Jake's love. We loved each other equally, and when we were apart, we shared the same throbbing pain that no medicine could ever cure.

I waited for him to finish then gave him a small peck on the lips. I said softly into his mouth that I felt the same. Every day not being with him was unbearable. I thought I would get used to it, but I never could. That was why I decided to come here, to be with him.