𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶, 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 || 𝔨. 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔱

.26.

We both felt the sparks building between us and if I'm honest, I would like to rip his clothes off his body right here and now. But I couldn't do it. On the one hand because of my period and on the other hand because I didn't dare. When I was around him, I was that little girl again who couldn't protect herself. And I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

Without saying anything, Kirk stepped aside as an invitation to come to his hotel room. I accepted this invitation exactly as wordlessly as it was offered to me. I didn't really know what to say. Lars had said everything necessary earlier. And yet, why did this feel so unreal?

I could pour my heart out to Kirk right now, tell him everything I've been thinking for the last few months. That I tried to hate him after that night but couldn't. That it bothered me to have seen him with Stacey even though I should have been happy for them both. I wanted to tell him that I had never felt anything like this before and that he was more important to me than any other man in my life. 

But none of those words left my mouth. I just didn't know how to tell him all this. I mean, how do you tell someone you love them? How do you tell someone that all you can think of is them? How do you tell someone that you just want to be by their side, that you only need them to be happy? I don't know. I just can't put something like this into words.

"I .... I don't know how to start this. How to start this kind of serious conversation. But I know how I feel and I know that I can be happy with you.", Kirk said softly and looked at me.

He seemed to feel the same way. He didn't really know what to say or how to say it either. But what he said was enough to make me smile. I knew he meant it. Kirk might be an idiot as James and the others at times but he knew exactly what made me smile and those words were proof. He was handsome, sweet, had an amazing talent for playing the guitar, made me laugh, was there when I needed him. It felt real, it felt right with him.

"I want to hold you in my arms when you sleep. I want to kiss you when I feel like it. I want to invite you on dates. I want to spoil you, no matter what. I want you to be mine.", he said.

I couldn't hold back. I had tried but now there was no holding back. Not after this utterly cheesy but sweet love confession. Without really thinking about whether it was right or wrong, I bridged the last meters I stood from Kirk and wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. I left the last few centimeters between us behind me and gently but firmly put my lips on his and entangled him in a passionate, loving kiss. 

I wanted to let Kirk know with that kiss that I felt the same way. That I wish I could wake up next to him every morning. That I can kiss him if I wish. I tried to explain all of that to him with that bittersweet kiss.

Kirk's hands found their way to my waist and stayed there. He pulled me even closer to him if that was even possible and deepened our kiss that way. I felt him brush his tongue gently against my lower lip, asking to be let in. I carefully parted my lips and let his tongue wander into my mouth. Our tongues began to dance wildly with each other and a small struggle for dominance ensued. Kirk won that little fight with ease and after that little fight he carefully pulled away from me.

He leaned his forehead against mine and tried to regain control of his breathing, I did the same. The kiss had been truly breathtaking.

A few minutes of silence passed in which we just looked at each other lovingly and we both were most likely thinking the same thing. At least that's what I assumed after that kiss.

"What a nice surprise."

"Well, I didn't quite know how to say what I was thinking. So this way.", I admitted embarrassed and managed a small grin.

It went quiet again between and but it wasn't uncomfortable or weird. Should I take the first step and ask him if he could imagine having a serious relationship with me? Should I ask him to be my boyfriend? I have no idea. I have never asked such a question or had to ask anyone. First of all, how do you ask something like that? Was there a right moment for this or did you just ask something like that?

"Maybe it's too fast for you and maybe it is, but I want to get to know you better. I would like to meet the Olivia. Therefore: would you be my girlfriend?", Kirk asked nervously.

My heart stopped for a moment. I don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment. I've always wondered what that moment would be like and right now it's beyond my expectations.
This pleasant tingling in my stomach, my bright eyes, my fast pulse, everything felt and looked a hundred times better than usual. I still had my arms wrapped around his neck and I could now take full advantage of that. I got closer to him, so close that he could feel my breath on his neck. His brown curls tickled my face, but I ignored that for a brief moment. I pushed his hair behind his ear.

"I would love to be yours.", I whispered in his ear and had to smile.

I felt Kirk wrap me in a hug and rested my head on his shoulder. Even though it certainly wasn't going to be easy, I hoped it would be the best time of my life.

"Then I can finally do that."

I was about to ask what he meant, but then I let out a squeak. Kirk pinched my butt all seriously. I gave him an are you serious look but he just grinned. Kirk put his hands on my hips and pulled me back to him.

"You'll probably have to put up with me for a while."

"I got along with James most of my life. You, on the other hand, are like a little child. And that's good."

He just shook his head and I shrugged. I mean James must have been more of a hassle than Kirk, Lars and Cliff combined so I was well prepared. And then there was Stacey who had a very complicated personality so you could say I have nerves of steel.

"You're mine now", with that, Kirk kissed me again.