How To Love | Daniel Seavey AU

11 | princess

I'VE LIVED FOR OVER seventeen years. With the lack of affection I've received during the past, I've never been in a romantic relationship with anyone, and or had any connection with any person I've known in my life. I've never had boyfriends, I've never had girlfriends, I've never been with anyone for the past seventeen years.

That means, I've never kissed anyone.

I didn't get the whole hype over kissing before, as it was simply a process of lip touching lip, and the occasional tongue, and also a process of exchanging saliva. When you put it that way, it's not that appealing. I've heard people's stories of their "first kiss"; some were considered "magical" and others, not so much. Some regret kissing the person, some were dared to kiss. I was apart of the group that didn't kiss anyone throughout their lives, and I was honestly okay with that. I didn't see the point in love, why would I try to kiss someone?

Then there came Daniel Seavey, the boy that I thought I'd never talk to ever again because he simply delivered a pizza to me. The boy I attempted to cut ties with, only for him to come back into my life, but this time with the goal of breaking down my walls, and letting him into my life without resistance. I didn't expect him to want to be my friend, nevertheless, he always finds a way to surprise me.

Now I sit in a limo that costs from a thousand dollars, in a dress and heels, Daniel seated across from me, and our lips were touching. I held my breath as I was surprised he had pulled this move, and we didn't move for a few seconds before he pulled away, and my lips immediately felt cold. "I'm sorry, but that was the only way I could get you to stop breathing for a second." He quickly rushed out, his cheeks flushed red before he took my hand, and we stepped out of the limo.

I was still silent, trying to process what had happened as he guided me towards the entrance, sending me looks of reassurance before entered the lobby, then up the elevator into the grand ballroom.

He kissed you. He kissed me. You kissed. We kissed.

My anxiety had faded slowly while Daniel kept his hands in mine, but the kiss never left my mind. What felt like a moment of confusion, turned to frustration.

Why would he kiss you? Does he want you to feel love? No, no. He can't do that, he shouldn't do that. Feeling myself come back, I pulled him into a corner where there weren't people around. "Why would you do that?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't exactly stop your breathing without... doing that," he admitted.

"You couldn't tell me to breathe slowly, you know, exhale-inhale?" I exclaimed.

"You weren't exactly listening to me, Logan," he responded calmly. "I tried to telling you to do that, but you weren't paying attention, you were too busy thinking to breathe that you ended up breathing too much." Too annoyed with how right he was, I turned my back to him and pressed my hand to my forehead—I was sweating. I hate how right he was, but I don't like that he chose to kiss me.

"Why are you mad, it was just a kiss," he said, unaware of the obvious reason.

Clenching my jaw, I turn back to him, "You're right—just a kiss." I sent him a tight smile before walking towards the snack table, grabbing a small plate filled with hor d'oeuvres. Angrily, I stuffed one in my mouth—they were tiny, I could fit three in my mouth, but because I was in public, I didn't want to look like a pig.

"Logan," Daniel touched my elbow, gaining my attention, "Are you mad because it was your first kiss?" My eyes widened for a moment, the heat rushing my cheeks as I immediately stuffed my mouth with more snacks, shrugging and sending him a look that said 'woops'. I then gestured to my mouth, making a random signs saying 'can't talk, eating'.