Eternal Devotion of Manifest/Chaennie

Chapter 6

She frowned, "No, why are you being so strange?"

"Strange? I'm merely asking a question, what is strange about it?"

"You being serious instead of being your flirtatious self" She intensely glimpsed into my eyes as if foraging for why I was questioning her.

Rosé's gaze softened, and a vulnerability peeked through the layers of her usual composure. The unspoken acquaintance deepened, and the air crackled with a different kind of energy. I move closer, our proximity breaking down the barriers that kept our hearts guarded.

"You know, I've never been in love either," I confessed, my voice gentler now, mirroring the vulnerable atmosphere that surrounded us.

Rosé's eyes held a mixture of curiosity and a hint of something more. "Why bring this up now?"

I reached out, tracing a gentle line along her cheek, the warmth of her skin electrifying my senses. "Because, Rosie, I think I might be on the verge of it."

A flicker of culmination crossed her eyes, and before another word was spoken, our connection deepened. She didn't pull away holding onto my hand on her cheeks, "Love is not that simple, Jennie. It's merely attracti-"

"Call it love or attraction I do not care, but right now I..." I paused. "I want to kiss you, can I kiss you?" I tilted my head closer holding her other hand on the helmet she was holding between us. "Can I-"

She instantly closed the gap intercepting my speech by pressing her lips on mine, her eyes squeezed tight forcing me to widen my eyes at the sudden space between us disappearing as her lips kissed mine in a tender, loving embrace. It felt like the universe had orchestrated this moment, and as our hearts beat in synchrony, I knew that something irrevocable had begun between us.

I was staggered forcing my heart to truly leave my chest only to be hers. She opened her eyes glancing at my eyes, her hold tightened on my hands on her cheek or helmet. I parted my lips locking my eyes with hers sensing her response and she wanted the same. I pushed the helmets from between us causing them to roll down on the highway though I was more focused on her lips. My hands didn't wait for a moment of approval nor I needed one, because I had the right to touch my soon-to-be wife.

Her hands clutch my brown leather jacket as one of her hands clenches onto the round neck of my blue plain t-shirt I have worn beneath.

"It is your first kiss?" I pulled away for a moment to look for truth in her eyes.

Her grip loosens on my clothes so I cover her hands from mine to keep them there. "Yes," she answered as if it was wrong to say that it was her first kiss.

"Am I a bad kisser?" I gripped her hands on mine because somehow her reaction didn't feel like she liked the way I kissed her or I wanted to kiss her.

She wavered, "Well, I haven't kissed you enough to answer that"

I chuckled, "Well if I'm, then you must forgive me. I never kissed anyone either, the boy never interests me and l do not want to believe I'm attracted to-" 'You' remain silent on my lips because it was her whose dreams have made me attracted to women not knowing it was never women because it is a woman. Only one.

"Women?" she completed.

I nodded.

"That's unlike you, you seems..."

"I seem?"

"Playgirl type," she rolled her eyes.

"I did think of doing all of those things, but somehow. I cannot," because you were everywhere that I could not stop but look for you and when my eyes search for something else, they somehow ended up on you mercilessly piercing my heart, I didn't say pulling her closer to me.