Secrets ( Peybrina fanfic )

Girl meets Scared

I dedicate this chapter to @5fever <3. Here's the update!

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"I'm hungry," he said, jumping too his feet.

"Same," I nod in agreement, trying to hide the flush in my cheeks. "There's some leftover birthday cake." My stomach is still fluttering, what was that? Why did he pull away? Maybe I was just hungry as well, but who was I kidding?

We walk over to where the party was and both take a gigantic slice of cake - but since we've already eaten a lot I realise I'm not that hungry after all and put it down after two bites. I look at my cake nervously and fiddle with a fork. I loudly gulp down a glass of punch.

We stand in silence. Peyton continues to devour his slice. I watch him subconsciously lick the icing on the corner of his lips and hungrily stab his fork in his cake. He takes a bit too big, towering with icing and shocks himself, causing himself to end up in a coughing fit and chocking on the cake. I laugh to myself, holding my side. He doubles over, his face red.

"I nearly died!" He pants. "And you just laughed," he wipes off a bead of sweat off his forehead. "Are you having this?" He points to my slice of cake.

"Be my guest," he tucks in and I decide to scroll through my camera roll. "Hey look at this selfie you took on my phone," I wave it in his face. He spits out his cake. "Watch out, not again."

"Hey, you told me you deleted that!" He tries to grab my phone but I pull it away. "Cmon, delete it," he pouts.

I stick out my tongue. "Make me," he gets up slowly and I begin to run for my life. Peytons one step matched up to two of mine, a perk of him being so tall- or me so short, so it wasn't long until I felt two arms wrap around my chest and life me up off the ground. I slither my arm out from under his grasp and hold the phone up high, my legs kicking in the air.

"Put me down!"

"Delete it," he says chuckling.

I shake my head so he slowly drops me to the ground but his hands are still around my waist.

"Now will you delete it," I shake my head again. He takes my arm and spins me round till I'm facing him. Our faces are so close, I can feel his heavy breathing.

"Fi-" with no warning he smashed his lips against mine. I didn't know what to do or how to react so I kissed him back. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself kissing Peyton. Yes, we were extremely close but I didn't- didn't think it actually happen. I run my hair through his messy hair, the taste of cake off his tongue filling mine. His arm slips from my waist, holding my hands.

He pulls away and his eyes widen in realisation of what has just happened. I bite my lip and we are quiet for a moment, not sure what to say.

"Hey," he laughs nervously. "I got your phone!" He held it up, and gave me a smirk.

Was it a joke? I frown.

I saw deep in his eyes that there was want and longing. I know he meant to do that, that he wanted to do that for a long time.

And I was scared. Scared at the fact that my best friend had just kissed me, scared at the fact that I'd liked it.

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