Enchanted - Glen Powell x Y/N

Chapter Nine

As the three of us spoke and laughed together, I noticed Kendall gaze occasionally drifting.

"Are we just not interesting enough for you?" I teased, as her eyes wandered from us. 

She turned her gaze back to us, slightly startled. "What? No."

Glen smirked as he followed her gaze. "Are you going to pretend you and Timothée haven't been eye-fucking each other all night."

"What?" she said, shocked. "We have not."

My jaw dropped in realization. "You're totally into him, Kenny."

"I am not," she defended.

"And by the looks of it," Glen added. "He's into you, too."

I grinned and turned to Timothée, ushering him over. 

"Y/N?!" Kendall whisper-shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Kendall, relax," I said. 

He walked over to us and stood next to Kendall. "Hey, Y/N," he said with a smile. "Nice to see you again."

"Same here," I said, shooting Kendall a sly smile. 

Timothée greeted Glen before turning to Kendall. He extended his hand. "I'm Timothée," he said, smiling. "But people who like me call me Timmy."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Timmy," she said, shaking his hand. "I'm Kendall."

The four of us spoke for a while, until a slow song played. Timmy reached out his hand towards Kendall. "May I have this dance?"

She grinned. "You may."

As they walked towards the dance floor, she looked at me and gave me a cheeky look. I returned it and grinned at her. 

After a few seconds, I turned to Glen. "So, are you going to ask me to dance or what?" I asked. 

"I was thinking something a little more..."

"A little more what, Glen?" 

"A little more intimate."

Glen's hand grazed mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I looked up at him, my breath catching as our eyes met. The noise of the party around us faded.

He leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. "Y/N, I've missed you."

His words sent a flutter through my chest, and I felt my heart race. 

"Glen," I breathed, trying to keep my voice steady, but it was no use. The longing in his eyes, the way his hand slid up my arm, it all made me weak.

He tilted his head, his lips hovering near mine, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from him. "Tell me you've missed me too."

I hesitated, my heart warring with my mind. I wanted to say it, to let him know how much I'd thought about him, how much I wanted him back, but I couldn't get the words out. Instead, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that I had been waiting for for so long. His hand immediately slipped around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other. The kiss deepened, and I lost myself in the feeling of his lips, his touch, the way his hands roamed over my back, drawing me even closer. It was as if every ounce of desire, every unsaid word, poured out in that kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless. Glen's forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed as he whispered, "I need you, Y/N."

My heart pounded against my ribcage. I reached up, my fingers brushing against his cheek, and whispered back, "I need you too, Glen."