Three Phantoms of You [bxb]

A Degree in Kissing

Kiev:

"You're telling me you're taking Bio too?" Nolan reveals as we lay on our backs in his bed. "How come I thought for the longest time that you were taking law?"

I wasn't kidding.

Maybe I just assumed that he was, or I'm thinking of a different person. It's not really easy to be updated about someone you hated before college began, and now I'm here wondering.

He chuckles as we continue to stare at the ceiling, talking. "Well, yeah. You didn't really ask me about it."

I didn't need to because you said it to me before. 

That's what I know. "But I did kind of remember telling you that I would be taking law," he admits.

"Then why did it change?"

Nolan jerks his body from where he was positioned and lays on his side to look at me better. "It didn't," he says. "I knew you were going to take med, so I tried lying that I wouldn't. I thought we'd be going to different colleges, remember?"

My eyes roll themselves from his words. 

He could've thought that, and I'm certain of it. I know how badly he wanted to steer me away, which is why he probably used that as an excuse. Yet, I don't remember him saying the last part because he denied breaking up with me because of college.

"Yeah," I softly reply rather than argue.

I shift my body in the same position as him, however, oppositely, so that we're facing each other. 

He's not looking at me as expected; he's rather closing his eyes. I wonder what he could be thinking.

I took the time to examine his face. It might look creepy, but that's what you do when you're interested. He doesn't look softer in this light, as I see each flaw that could be drawn in detail. 

His eyelids wrinkled from being closed, his nose ridge's uneven bump, and his upper lip with inches of hair that wouldn't grow any longer. Yet my eyes are more captivated by his finer points: his moles, his dimples, and a short scar near his eyebrows, heading to his temples. 

I trail my finger on it, tracing its roughness under my skin. "What?" Nolan asked with his eyes still closed.

"Where did you get this scar?" I straight up asked.

It wasn't there before, or at least the last time I recalled, back when we were sleeping together at his apartment and I was cold, especially since how much I observed him during that.

Nolan doesn't even flinch from my touch and lets me continue what I'm doing. "Hmm, that," he hums. "I got that the first day of college. While I was walking, I ran into a bush."

That was also the time when I saw him at the lunch area outside, and he ignored me. 

I wish I was there to make fun of him if I saw that, to be honest, yet I couldn't help but try to forget those times.

Yet it's impossible if there's a scar that'll always remind you of how every detail will lead to hurt, laughter, and pain. And I know I'm not talking about his scar, but mine.

My fingers tear their trail from his temples and move to his chin instead. 

I kissed him without permission and let my lips heal all that was scarred between us at the moment. It's my escape. Okay, sure, I did plan to take the opportunity to kiss him again, but that's given, and he would do the same thing. 

And I enjoy every millisecond.

We fell into deep affection as my lips fit his more than a piece of unresolved puzzle, and I let him take mine into solution.