Pretend Love [Matt Espinosa/Magcon Fanfic]

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Chapter 6

He put down my phone and walked toward me. Neither of us were laughing now. He walked closer to me so we were practically touching. He tilted my chin up so I could see him, and he gently removed the stupid glasses off my face.

 

I saw him close his eyes and lean in, closer... closer... closer.

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I closed my eyes and all of the people that were watching and taking pictures of us went away. It was like we were in our own world. Kissing Matt was nothing like kissing Nick. With Nick, it was all this raw passion, but with Matt... It was sweet. He didn’t want to take it too far, unlike Nick whose idea of kissing starts off with him shoving his tongue in your mouth and ends with him putting his-

 

Nevermind.

 

I feel guilty comparing the 2 boys two each other, but I couldn’t help myself.

 

It felt as if we had been kissing for hours, but in reality it’s only been a few seconds. I heard Eva’s voice in my head, You have to open your mouth, Em. I listened to her and Matt and I really started to kiss now. He put one hand around my waist and pulled me closer, and his other hand went on my neck, making sure my lips stayed pressed against his. I put one hand on his chest and the other around the back of his neck, rubbing my fingers through his hair.

 

I like to think that I’m a good kisser, but I haven’t had much experience. My first kiss was with a boy named Trevor in 6th grade. I was sure I was in love with him, but he didn’t feel the same way. He only kissed me to prove a point: that he wasn’t gay.

 

Unfortunately, Trevor came out a year later.

 

And of course I’ve kissed a few guys, before my career really took off. And then there’s Nick...

 

No, Emily stop thinking about Nick. You guys can’t be together. Think about how even though you hate him, Matt is a really, really, really good kisser.

 

He pulled away and we opened our eyes. He looked like his breath was taken away, but then he broke out into a huge cocky smile. I guess the look on my face told him he had done a good job.

 

“C’mon,” He said and grabbed my hand. We started running away from the paparazzi that began to follow us, asking us questions about our relationship and what was going on between us. My breath was still taken away from the amazing kiss, and running didn’t help that. I’m suddenly very glad I didn’t wear heels.

 

Matt and I finally lost them as he dodged into a small alleyway, with barely any room for both of us. He pulled me into his chest and put his arms around me.

 

“Don’t move,” He whispered in my ear. Surely if we were this close, he could hear how loud my heart was. I’ll just blame it on me being out of breath from the run, if he asks.