Love At First Kick

18

'I think you pretty much nailed all of these. You only need to know until 13, right?' He asks

'Yes. But back in the day, I learned 15. So I'll practice those, too, just in case they pop up.'

'By the way, did you think of what you wanted?' He asks

'Yep.' I smile widely

'Go on.' he asks, curious

'You have to say I'm better than you.' I grin

'Wow. Straight for my pride like that? I thought you liked me, and this is what I get?' He pouts. He's cute when he pouts.

'What did you want then?' I ask, curious to see what he came up with

He smiles, then walks over to me, leaning in. He then turns his head sideways, giving me his cheek.
'Here, please.' He points to his cheek. He wants a kiss.

Oh my God. He is adorable.

I giggle at his cuteness and place a soft kiss on his cheek.
'That went smoother than I thought it would.' He sounds surprised

'Alright. I'm changing mine then. I want one of these instead of my previous wish.' I smile

'You don't have to tell me twice.' He looks so happy right now. He leans in, kissing me gently on my cheek. His lips are so soft. I can't even imagine how it would feel to kiss him on the lips.

I know it's only a tiny kiss on the cheek, but this made me more excited than I thought it would. The little spot he just kissed feels like it's burning. I'm not sure if it's because I'm blushing or simply because it's him.

'Why did you let me win so easy today?' I ask, trying to change the subject

'I didn't, actually. You really gave me a lot of trouble. Sure, I didn't use my full power, but I wasn't holding back on speed or tactics. You're a tough partner.'

'Oh.' I wasn't sure what else to say. I just figured he didn't fight me as he could.

'I told you,' he cups my face, pulling himself closer, 'You are amazing.' He places a soft kiss on my forehead. That just sent shivers down my spine and my heart in a frenzy.

'S-Sure.' I mutter, pulling away from him. Being this close to him does things to me.

'Is that too much?' He asks

'Maybe a bit. It's not that I don't like it, it's just that it makes me really nervous. In a good way.' I admit, avoiding looking at him.

'Why do you always hide when you tell me your feelings?' He steps forward again

I take a step back, 'Because it's embarrassing.'

Another step, 'Is it still embarrassing if we both feel the same?' He asks

Another step back, 'it's embarrassing saying it out loud.' I tried to take another step, but I bumped into a punching bag that's hanging off the wall. He jumped forward to catch me before I fell.
The bags are not leaned against the wall. There is no support. If I lean on it, I will fall. It's just how it is.

'Please, be careful. There is no need to run from me. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to do.' He says quietly, letting go of me.

I finally look up at him. He seems sad, hurt.
'That's not why I'm running. I'm more keeping myself at bay. This is to control myself, not you.' I explain

He is now smiling, happy I'm not avoiding him or anything like that.
'Did you really mean it? About the movie?' He asks

'Of course.' I smile