Accismus | REEDITED

21

Elliot's POV

Molly Emerson kissed me. I kissed Molly. We kissed.

Fuck, I never thought I'd think about a kiss so much until my lips touched hers. I never thought a girl could get me so worked up until I met Molly. I pace around her room and all I can think about is the softness of her lips, the warmth of her skin and the light in her eyes when we would pull away to catch our breaths.

I shake away the thoughts, now taking a good look at Molly's room. Her bed was near the wall on which she had a lot of sketches and drawings of people and her cat, some posters of music bands, a few poems and pictures. The only person I recognize in her drawings is Audrey, her best friend.

Then I look at her desk, which was really unorganized, full of pencils, unfinished drawings and books. Under all the mess I notice an A3 paper and, out of curiosity, I raise a book and a sketch to see what hides beneath them.

Heat rises to my cheeks and a big smile grows on my face when I see a drawing of me, laying down by a wall and rolling a joint. I can tell it's not finished yet from the fact that it lacks any shadows, something all of Molly's drawings have.

The sound of the bedroom door opening makes me turn around and I see Molly coming in, looking sort of relieved. She closes the door behind her and stays in front of it.

"Okay, my mom left. We're good." she says, hands on her hips as she looks at me.

"You drew me?" I ask with a sheepish grin, walking slowly towards her.

Her cheeks instantly turn a bright shade of pink and her mouth goes wide. "Oh God, I should have told you not to touch anything!" she says embarrassed and tries to get past me, but I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her.

"It was supposed to be a surprise...for your birthday." she says in a low voice, looking up at me.

"I never told you when's my birthday." my eyebrows furrow in confusion and she looks away, smiling softly.

"Carter didn't shut up about it at his birthday party when he was drunk."

"That idiot." I mutter, shaking my head.

Silence settles between us as we stare at each other, a specific sparkle in her blue eyes. My eyes involuntarily fall slowly to her lips, rosy and still puffy from our kisses. She probably notices because her lips turn into a tight smile and her cheeks go red.

"You're cute when you get all flustered." I whisper with a flirty smile, putting a hand on her jaw and closing the gap between us, giving her a soft peck near the corner of her mouth.

"I hate you." she says with a shy smile, burying her face in my chest. "Was uh...was the kiss okay?" she raises her head cautiously, looking up at me through her long eyelashes.

"Just like I've dreamed." I whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her mouth goes wide and I realize what I just said.

"You dreamed of this?" she asks, pointing a finger at my chest as she holds in a smile.

"Nooo, I didn't. I'm a cool, cold hearted guy." I say sarcastically, but my cheeks rapidly turn pink.

"Who's the flustered one now?" she shoots me a smile before walking past me to sit on her bed.

"Who are the people in your drawings?" I ask, sitting on the edge of her bed and pointing to the wall.

"This is a good friend of mine from highschool. It's an old drawing, we don't talk anymore." she says and points to a girl who had a flower crown on her head. "This is a random boy I saw in an airport once and I drew him." she continues, pointing to a guy with headphones on, who's looking to the right. "And this...is my father." she lowers her voice as she says that. "I wanted to give it to him this year on his birthday but he never called back to meet with me, so..." she says, giving me a tight lipped smile.