Marvin's Room (2)

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Of the thousand things I had thought about before, all the doubts, all the questions, all the possible answers, nothing could compare to the reality of it all:

Daisy Smiles was going to be the death of me.

And the fact that she was standing right here, right now, in front of my apartment door, under the blinding moonlight, wasn't making it any easier for me. Was it possible for a heart to jump out of the body from uncontrollable pumping? Or could I somehow—or someway—survive this unexpected visit without becoming a medical impossibility?

"Why did you leave?" Her delicate whisper decorated the November air with a silver smoke. She was shivering, obviously wishing she wasn't standing outside with that pink gold dress and those heels that were killing me slowly, wishing I had the vanity of calling her mine.

"Are you cold?" I asked after a few seconds. I knew it was a cheap way of avoiding her question but I also genuinely didn't want her to freeze to death.

"Robin, you can't answer my question with another question. You know it's not fair." She awkwardly giggled, the alcohol surfacing as she obviously tried to relieve some tension out of the situation.

"I'm sorry" I sighted. "But can we talk inside? I'm freezing... and so are you."

She took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, and mine never leaving hers. The tension was eating the air alive, and I was starting to fear that I was soon going to do something I'll regret again.

I tore my gaze away from hers and turned around again to open up my apartment so we wouldn't have to stay outside for much longer. I waited until she entered my living room and sat down on the lone couch so I could close and lock the front door.

We stayed silent for a few more minutes, both of us trying to figure out what was the best thing to say. But in all that thinking, I quickly got lost into studying her instead, just like I have a million times before. Her make up was smushed, but she still remained perfect somehow, her delicious lips were parted just slightly, which usually happened when she was lost in thought.

Just looking at her lips again reminded me of how soft and electric they had felt. How real but fantastic the sensation was. How wrong but so fucking right it had been to taste them. To taste the Cranberry and Vodka from her lips.

I kept starring at her, trying to answer the question that I so desperately needed the answer to.

Did she hate me? She couldn't... right? She giggled earlier so she most likely doesn't have any harsh feelings towards me, right?

God, I just wanted to read her mind and take my doubts away already.

Our starring got the best of me, so I took a deep breath and spoke. "Daisy..." Her name was all that managed to escape from my lips, when time didn't allow me to properly take in what happened next.

She stood up from the couch, and with absolutely no words spoken, caught me off guard by pressing her lips against mine.

Her arms were wrapped around my neck, leaving absolutely no way to pull back.

But I didn't want to pull back. Not now, not later, not ever.

Daisy smiles was kissing me. she was kissing me.

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