I walk into my bathroom and shut the door. I look in the mirror, at my mascara ridden face and super frizzy hair. I had my first kiss looking like this?!? Yeesh. I start my shower and take one last glance in the mirror before getting in. I just need a good shower. I take an "everything" shower, making sure I feel good afterward.
I get out, dry off, and look in the mirror again. Much better. I put on a sweater and a pair of jeans. Oh, this...this is Conan's sweater! How long have I had this? The realization hits me that even if I don't wanna wear this, I have to go out in it to get a different top. I dry my hair and prepare myself to be extremely embarrassed.
As I walk out of the bathroom, I see Conan sit up from his place on my bed. He smiles warmly, getting up to walk towards me. He puts his arms around my waist, mine around his neck. He looks at me and smiles even wider. "You look beautiful" he says, looking me up and down. "Um...thanks-" I stutter. "You smell good too" He leans in and places his head on my shoulder.
We stay like this for a few minutes. I'm too scared to move. He seems so...peaceful. Plus my heart is beating faster than I would prefer at the moment. He laughs. "What?" Can he hear it too? "I can't believe I kissed you. Not that it was bad! I just...I've wanted to kiss you for such a long time, and you're just, amazing. You're so beautiful." He picks his head up and looks at me again. "Thanks" I say. I'm not. I don't know why he says these things.
"You okay?" He says, moving a piece of my hair out of my face. "Yeah" I don't know how to respond. I don't wanna worry him over something stupid. "Okay" he says. Phew. "That kiss was magical" I say, trying to change the topic. Ugh, I am SO cheesy. "Well, I can kiss you again if you'd like" I feel the blush in my cheeks as my heart beats even faster. "May I?" he asks, cupping my face in his hand. I just nod.
I feel his arm around my waist pulling me towards him, the other one holding my face gently. Our lips touch again, sending sparks through my body. I feel my hands move from their place on his chest up to his hair, running my fingers through it. We pull away for a moment, and I look at how gorgeous he is. I run my fingers back through his hair, I see him blush as I do. This time I pull in, our lips crash together. Suddenly, we aren't standing up anymore. I open my eyes and realize we fell onto my bed. My face, again, turns a bright red.
I was about to get up out of embarrassment, but he pulls me in once again. He cups my face in both of his hands, kissing me gently. My arms fall around his lower back, and I feel his hands in my hair. He's very gentle, very mindful.
"Sorry-" He pulls away. "I need to stop doing that." He looks sad for a moment. "Doing what?" I'm so confused. "Well I know you probably don't like to be touched. In my last relationship they always got mad at me...I'm not mindful about it I'm sorry" He looks down. I place my hand on his cheek and tilt his head towards me. "Cone...you did nothing wrong. You don't need to be mindful, okay? I'm not like your past relationship. This is different okay?" He still seems confused. "Cone...I don't mind it okay? I love you." I can tell he finally understands. "I love you too." He leans in and places a kiss on my forehead, bringing me into a hug.
