Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

Stolen Kisses

(Alyssa's POV)

I wake up on top of someone. On top of someone. My eyes snap open in realization as I immediately sit up and think the worse, disgusting thoughts running through my head rapidly.

What happened last night?

Shit, did I miss my client?

What did I do?

Oh God...

I look at the sleeping body beneath me, only to be met with a pair of sleepy but peircing, sea green eyes. I know those eyes and I know their owner. They belong to my best friend. He stares up at me in worry, scanning me up and down. I feel my heart beat speeding up as his colorful eyes check out my body, and our position.

I am currently perched gently on top of his groin, my arms resting on his ab area. I can feel each bump of muscle through his thin, white shirt, all six of them. His tight stomach rises up and down with each breath he takes. I avert my eyes from his stunning physical health, back to his attentive eyes, which watch me intensly. I can sense a lazy smirk making its way to his soft-looking lips and a blush coming to my cheeks. I bite my lip nervously look down at my hands, trying to avoid his amused gaze.

Surprisingly, I watch Finnick's tan arm snake up to my face. I try not to flinch as he gently puts a single finger under my chin to lift my head, forcing my eyes to meet his own once again. I lock my gaze onto him as he begins to lean forward, much like Allen does when he wants to kiss me. There's only one problem... Finnick isn't Allen.

Do I really want to kiss my best friend?

Maybe...

No, stop it heart. You don't. Stupid heart, it always wants to be optimistic. If I listen to it, I'd probably be kissing the whole damn District and maybe even the Capitol!

I focus my attention back onto the handsome boy in front of me. Honestly, he's very attractive, but I can never tell him that. Wouldn't he think that it's weird? With tanned skin, golden hair, vivid sea green eyes and a killer body to match, what's not to love? He's the literal image of complete perfection. Except, he's my best friend. I can't go around kissing him one day and friend zone him the next. It's either one or the other but I'm not making the first move.

Now centimeters away, Finnick doesn't seem to have any interest in stopping. I stay in place, frozen to his advances. I've not moved a single muscle, similar to a statue. I need to make up my mind quick. Do I want to kiss him?

Yeah, maybe.

His soft lips almost brush mine, our faces just a hair apart. I breathe shallowly and watch him shut his eyes, closing the remaining distance. My body tenses up and I freeze. I want this, but I don't. I'm not sure. I think I like him more than a friend but I'm still trying to figure that out.

Just as I feel his lips touch mine, I quickly turn my head to the right so that his lips kiss my cheek softly. I can sense that he knows what I've just done, so he keeps his lips attached to my cheek for a few seconds before moving his face closer to my ear. His hot breath hits my cheek, my jaw, and finally my ear one by one, making my skin buzz with a new, unknown excitement and thrill. I have to remember, he's done this with many girls before me, so his experience won't go unnoticed with me.

"You should eat some breakfast, beautiful." He whispers seductively, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

I simply nod my head 'yes' and get up from our heated position, saving myself from any further embarrassment. I stumble into the kitchen and whip up some very simple pancake batter, enough to feed the both of us. I then pour it in various sizes onto the skillet, which is highly heated on top of the red burner. I hear the small pops and sizzles that the batter makes as it cooks, sending a mouth watering aroma into the air.