Night On Set ❁ COLIFER

Chapter 67 ❁ Be my Valentine

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Jen's POV

There's something about kissing a guy in a bathroom stall.

Apart from the obvious limitation of space and the not-so-hygienic environment, there's also this pressing awareness that we don't have a lot of time, regardless of the sign on the door that says the toilets are out of order—which limits the risk we'll get caught. Add to that the fact that we haven't shared a kiss in two days and we have six milkshakes and four of Colin's mates waiting for us back in the pub.

There's something about kissing a guy in a bathroom stall. Something that makes you reckless.

I pretty much shove him against the side of the stall before I yank his lips to mine. I hear his surprise in the way he lets out a huff of air, like I'm knocking the wind out of him, and that's probably exactly what I'm doing. After only a moment of hesitation, he surrenders completely.

Our kisses become a heated battle, fighting to get as close as we can, but nothing is close enough. Even pressing myself right up against him doesn't allow me to get the part of him that I want. On the contrary; when we stumble around to the other side of the stall and he pushes himself against me, aroused and ready, I can't help but let out a frustrated gasp.

I lean my forehead against his, my hands still clenching the collar of his denim green flannel. My heavy breathing turns into a wicked smile, because he's here and we're alone. Finally.

"Hey, you," I breathe against his lips.

He's still trying to catch his breath when he nudges my forehead with his, his smile just as wide as mine. "Hey, kiddo."

He's never called me that. I've never even heard him pronounce the word, but it crawls under my skin and makes the hairs on my arms stand up straight. Beaming, I look into his eyes. "I can't believe we went two days without that."

"Me neither. Never again."

"Seriously."

"Seriously," he echoes, laughing now. He brushes my hair back with his thumbs, his cheeks flushed with anticipation and his hair still messy from the beanie. For once, he's not pushing it out of his face. He keeps his hands on my cheeks, cupping my face, like he needs the reminder that he's allowed to do that now.

And it hits me. Right in that moment. My stomach clenches, but not in a bad way; it feels more like I'm suddenly struck by reality.

The reality being Colin and me.

He must've seen it happen in my eyes, because his eyebrows dance upwards. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's just..." I consider not telling him, but then realize there's no reason why I would keep this to myself. This is where Colin is different from all the other guys I've dated: above all else, he's still my best friend.

"Sometimes, I wonder when this is going to start feeling awkward," I explain tentatively. His eyes are glued to mine; every bit of his attention is on me. "You've been my best friend for I don't even know how long. And now I'm kissing you, and we're doing all this other stuff, and... I don't know, maybe it's stupid, but it still surprises me how natural it feels. How good it feels."

His face is unreadable, apart from the little twitch of his eyebrow. I don't even realize I'm holding my breath until he leans in to smell my hair.

"Good lord, Morrison, your shampoo is going to be my undoing."

"Colin." I slap his chest, initially wanting to push him back, but I end up letting my hand rest there. He's a lot closer now than a few seconds ago. "When will the awkwardness kick in?"