Loving Ivo [UNDER REVISION]

8. French Kissing ✔️

A small feather of a kiss, was what he gave me. Not sure on how to react, I looked at him to see if he was serious.

His expression uncanny and avoiding my eye contact.

"What is it?" I ask, and he sighs.

"I do not want to kiss you." He tells me quietly and I flinch, looking at him as he scooted away.

"Why...?" I hear myself croak, and he glances at me as he rushes back in front of me. Cradling my cheek, he shook his head as if there was a misunderstanding.

"You mistook my words. When I say,' I do not want to kiss you,' that means I just do not want to lose control. Because I know that I will." He explains, making me somehow sigh in relief.

"Lose control?" I tease, looking directly at him. "Are you some type of dog who lost his home training?"

"I guess so."

We just stand here, in our exact position and not even paying attention to others. Not that anyone is even around here.

I realize how he looks at me lovingly, his pupils dilating in a way I've never seen before. It makes me blush, and I can tell that he notices.

"What has gotten you all hot and bothered?" His thumb caresses my warm cheek, a grin coming on.

"You have." I breathe, standing on my toes as I brush my lips against his. "You got me all hot and bothered."

He grins, his hands going down as I feel his arms wrap around my waist. Pulling me close, I look at him, wondering how I ever got swooped into this guy's arms and swooped into liking him... Even if it's a little, it's something.

"What are you thinking about?"

I look at him, seeing him frowning in concern.

"I'm thinking about how I got swooped into this." I nod at us. "I'm wondering how the hell you got me into you, because..."

His eyes start to become hooded, his eyes softening.

"Because I like you as well, not just a little like. But a like that makes my heart hurt when I see you talk to other people that are clearly coming onto you." I rest my head in the crook of his neck, becoming nervous. "I want to know how you feel at those moments or what you're thinking... I want to-."

"Ivo would you like to Bond?" He interrupts me, and it didn't immediately hit me on what he was saying...until it did. My head popped up, seeing him grinning. That was what I was going to ask, but he beat me to it.

I blush, not sure on what to do. We were in a hospital...

"You want to Bond now...?" I ask him in shock. I've never bonded with anyone before so I don't know how this stuff works. "What do you do?"

"Bonding does not have to involve sex." He cleared his throat, smiling down at me. "Sometimes it can be a simple...you pleasure the other until you're both comfortable. Then after that, you just go in."

I nod, looking at him as he grins.

At that moment both of our lips touched. Our lips moving slowly over one another's only for a spark to jolt through both us. I flinch, opening my eyes to see if Nash felt it too. To make eye contact with him let me know I wasn't the only one...

It didn't even matter now as I found myself getting excited, kissing him faster. My arms wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer towards me. His arms tightening around my waist as well, but it wasn't painful.

Taking in the small things, I realized that I never take into consideration of how he is feeling. This is only the second time that we've kissed or began kissing.