Comfort --RWRB College AU

4. Maybe

The moment Henry crashes their lips together, Alex's brain goes blank. He's definitely not prepared for this. His hands are still in the air, hesitating to hold Henry. His eyes go so wide that they're falling out of the socket. He feels that his vision blurs out, the only thing that he can sense is Henry's cologne, like Henry himself, delicate but distant.

Henry's lips are so soft and so hot, moving against his. As if he is desperate to show his feelings, or that he has been waiting for this moment for too long, Henry is nibbling at Alex's bottom lip, so hard that Alex thinks his lip might be bleeding. His fingers run through Alex's curls, pushing Alex even closer to his body. He suddenly tugs at Alex's hair, the amazing sensation almost makes Alex moan out.

Alex finally puts his arms around Henry, playing with the short hair on his nape. He kisses back with more passion, if that is even possible. Their lips mold together, like two pieces of puzzle parts. Just as Alex is about to add the tongues, Henry suddenly pulls back. What?

Alex snaps his eyes open, looking at Henry confused, mouth still gaping. What? Henry takes a step backward, hands shaking. His lips parted, pinker than usual, shiny covered in saliva, swollen. His eyes wide looking at Alex, rims slightly red. He looks scared and confused and regretful all at the same time, like a deer caught in the light. Shit.

"I'm sorry." It stabs into Alex's heart. For a short second, Alex only feels numb, paralyzed, still confused.

The next thing Alex notices, is Henry turning around, getting into his room and closing the curtain in one movement. So fast that Alex doesn't even get the chance to call out his name.

He's still standing there in the same position. Too much information, sensation, feeling filled his heart, fogging his mind and suffocating him. He doesn't know where to start. What did he mean sorry? What did he mean by the kiss? What did he mean by that weird sentence? What did he mean?!

The sharp pain suddenly strikes his heart. The image of Henry leaving gets stuck in his mind, the way he walked away, the way his rims were red, he looks so vulnerable all of a sudden that Alex feels an urge to hug him from behind.

What does this mean?! He sits down against Henry's glass door, feeling closer to the boy as memories flash back furiously into his mind.

The kiss that still lingers on his lips. Never thought that anyone's lips could be that soft, that hot, and the sweetness of vanilla ice cream shared between them.

And his face when he was watching the movie. Alex loves it when he smiles, the way his plump lips curl up. He also loves it when he cries, the way the tears roll down like crystals decorating his cheeks, so beautiful that makes Alex's heart aches.

And in the afternoon when Henry went into himself just out of shower. Was he flustered? Was he annoyed? What was his expression like? He can't help but chuckle when he thinks of that sassy Henry. That was a brand new experience and he definitely loves it.

And the banters throughout the past month. A real Henry, who is not all serious and monotone, who can flirt randomly like it is the most common thing to do, who actually would make mistakes, gradually reveals in front of Alex.

And if he drifts out to sleep sitting on the balcony in the midst of those memories, no one needs to know.

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When Nora opens her door early morning the next day finding Alex outside, she thinks Alex has been kidnapped and tortured for days and finally escaped.

They go to the living room. Alex immediately plops himself onto the couch while Nora sits on the coffee table in front of him.