Ecstasy

Blossoms and Buttercups

"Lips, lips I kissed

Bite me while I taste your fingertips."

- Excerpt from Talking Body by Tove Lo

It's Valentine's Day and it's obvious, very obvious, that Lorenzo is trying to woo me and it shows. In fact, it made both me and Dariya laugh. I know he has some sort of feelings towards me but I didn't know he would act upon it.

It makes me feel flattered.

I'm getting dressed because today we're going to get fitted with the dress of our choosing for the gala tomorrow.

I'm actually really excited.

Last night, I found a couple of choices that I wanted to wear but I never decided on anything because I might go to the store and decide on something else. Plus, when I try on the outfit I might think that the outfit doesn't look good on me. Since I'm pale some colors drown me out.

I'm wearing a red sweatshirt and black shorts. I put on white socks and my black Converse. I put on chapstick and clear lip gloss. I add natural eyeshadow and black mascara as well.

I look in the mirror. Yep, I look good.

I go downstairs to see Lorenzo. "You look nice," he compliments and it causes a smile to spread across my face.

"You look nice too," I reply.

It's like we subconsciously matched with one another. Lorenzo's wearing a red and black flower print t-shirt with a black shirt underneath and black pants with black and red Air Jordans.

I realize I'm checking him out and I look up to his face where I see a huge smirk. He grabs my hips and my skin tingles just a little bit. He trails his hands up to my waist and pulls me close to him.

"Valentine's Day, huh?" he asks and we are so close that I can't function. My hands go up to his shoulders... his very broad shoulders... and they just stay there.

He leans down, coming closer to my face. Is he going to kiss me? Again? Ever since that night I've been reminiscing about the kiss numerous times. Sometimes I wish he would do it again.

Here's my, well our, chance.

I lean close to him as well and we are so close to kissing... and then I hear loud boots stomping down the stairs. I don't know who's coming down the stairs but I push Lorenzo away and his hands leave my waist, leaving me to the cold again.

God, where he touched me still tingles. It hurts my heart.

I turn to see Dariya running down the stairs.

"See, it's just-" he begins and then Cai follows down the stairs. Hm... I wonder.

They barely make it down the stairs before Lorenzo shouts, "Pochemu vy, rebyata, dolzhny byli spustit'sya seychas?"

I'm confused as to why he's yelling.

"Ne obvinyayte nas v tom, chto my slishkom dolgo," Dariya shouts back at him, crossing her arms.

"Come on," Lorenzo grumbles.

Thank goodness they're back in English because I'm confused about what they were saying. He's mad about something but when is he not?

We go into the garage and enter inside a dark blue SUV. Cai slips into the driver's seat and Lorenzo goes into the passenger. Dariya and I are stuck in the back.

We arrived at the mall about 40 or so minutes later. I walk outside and a strong wind shocks me. Today it's windier than usual but still hot outside so I guess I made a good guess by the sweatshirt.