Inked

Goodnight Kiss

Chapter 10:

"You know it really is a pity you and Zayn never got that dating period." Eleanor says, doing her hair in the mirror while I shower.

"What do you mean?" I ask, lathering shampoo in my hair.

"You know, the first few dates where you're wondering if they'll call, wondering what they're wearing, hoping they'll kiss you at the end of the date. You guys never got that. You were friends, and then you were boyfriends. It all happened very quickly..."

I thought about what she said... She wasn't wrong... We did kind over... Jump over the dating part.

"Well... Do you think it's something he's missed out on?" I ask a bit confused.

"I'm not sure. I remember when Nicolette and I started seeing each other there where constant butterflies. I was always thinking about what she could be doing, and when I'll see her again." She explains.

"Zayn and I kind of did that, at the shop." I defend helplessly.

"Yeah but there's something really cute about knowing that you're on a date. That they like you, you like them, and you just want to spend time together, you know?" She asks.

"Yeah..." I nod even though she can't see me and I stand still, letting the water run over my chest.

Zayn and I decide to go to Tesco to pick up some groceries and I figure this is as good a time as any to bring up the dating thing.

"So, you know there's a carnival at the pier tonight." I say nonchalantly.

"Yeah? That's cool." He says, looking around all he brands of dish detergent.

"Yeah, big Ferris wheel, candy, carnival games, the whole shebang." I explain.

"Why are you telling me this?" He chuckles.

"Well I was thinking we could go." I smirk.

"Like a date? Remember the last time we went on a date, or perhaps you need to look at the scars?" He reminds me.

"Yeah well this isn't dangerous, and I think it could be a lot of fun." I pretend to pout.

"So what would this carnival date include?" Zayn questions as we walk along the aisles, making my face light up.

"Well we'd obviously have to get cotton candy-"

"Ooh, and snow cones!" He interrupts.

"Right, and snow cones..." I add looking at my shopping list, "and at the end of the date I could kiss you goodnight."

"Seems a little silly to end it with a goodnight kiss after all the other stuff we've done." He points out.

"Maybe..." I tug his arm and spin him into my arms, "or maybe..." lifting his chin and pulling him in, "the simplicity of it makes it better." I gently press my lips against his, pulling back when his tongue slides across my bottom lip. "Now was that silly?" I ask, not moving from the position of holding him close. He smiles and shakes his head. "Good, now I usually get Dawn but I feel like mixing it up, have you ever used this orange stuff?"

I completely change the subject and release him. I know he won't answer, he doesn't do dishes, and even if he did, he wouldn't care what kind of soap he used. I just ramble on about the importance of good dish soap until he breaks.

"Fine, I'll go on a super romantic carnival date with you." He rolls his eyes and grabs a random bottle of dish soap from the shelf, chucks it in the cart, and runs off down the aisle in an attempt to hide how excited I know he is.