He opens the door, revealing a beautiful room with a large window. It's completely dark outside, but the entire place is filled with fairy lights. He shuts the door behind me, sending a jolt through my body. His hand still in mine, he walks over to the couch. I sit down, admiring the gorgeous room. He walks over to the countertop, grabbing two mugs. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Do you have tea?" I ask. "What kind?" he responds. "Peppermint" I say, looking at the tea boxes on his counter. I walk over to him, sitting on the countertop. He sets the tea in the microwave, then walks to me. "You look really pretty" he says, looking at me. "You too" I say. He smiles, that warm smile I love.
The microwave beeps, and he hands me my tea. "Thanks" I say, taking a sip of the warm tea. He walks over to the couch and turns on the TV. He sets the remote back down, walking towards me. Wow, I didn't realize how late it was. Conan had decided to pick me up at 9:00 pm, the drive being two hours making it 11:00 pm when we got here. He has a hotel closer to my apartment, but decided to take me to his apartment. It was now almost midnight.
"Thanks for coming" Conan says. "Of course" I respond. He takes a step closer to me. He takes both of my hands in his, looking down at them. I look at him, my heart racing. "I have a question" he finally says. I can barely focus, his hands still in mine. "Hm?" I reply.
He moves even closer to me, standing in front of my legs. I shift on the counter. "Can I kiss you?" I feel my heart race at the question, even faster than before. He looks down, clearly embarrassed by what he had just said. I hear the countdown start on the TV.
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"Cone-"
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Still in shock, I realize this is what I want. I love him. I look up, his face looking stressed.
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"Absolutely" I breathe out.
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The timer goes off, and I see Conan look up at me. He puts a hand on my cheek, leaning in. The touch of our lips sends a fire throughout my body, chills down my spine. He wraps his other arm around my waist, pulling me in closer. My fingers run through his hair, twisting around each curl. His lips were so soft, his mouth tasted like coffee. I could smell his cologne on his neck, making me want him even more.
I felt his arms move down to my legs, wrapping them around his waist and picking me up off the counter. I wrap my arms around his neck as our lips part. He carries me over to the couch, setting me down. He sits next to me, staring at the floor. He seems almost upset, like he did the wrong thing. I scoot closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his breathing. I feel his arms around me, and I look up at him. He looks at me, then sighs.
"Hm?" I question, wondering what's wrong. "Did you really want to kiss me? You didn't just feel awkward, or pressured, or-" I lean in and kiss him once more, cutting him off. I reach my arm up to hold his cheek in my hand. I pull away, a tear falling from his face as he smiles warmly. "Cone" I say, wiping the tear away with my thumb. "I love you" I say, placing my forehead against his. "I love you too" he says, his voice breaking through the happy tears. "Happy New Years" I lay my head on his chest, and he adjusts to lay down. "Goodnight darling" he says, sending me into a blushing fit. I bury my face in the crease of his neck, his arms around my waist.
