Fix You ~Completed~

Act Forty-One

The week after Kyla kissed me for the first time in high school was weird. We barely spoke to each other until the following weekend. He avoided me during lunch and, during our two classes we had together, he always arrived after the bell and was the first one out of the classroom.

Of course, I understood.

If what we did was scary for me, already having known I was gay, it was probably ruinously horrifying for Kyla, who'd either never faced the fact or was completely oblivious to it before that day.

On Friday night, he showed up at my house after I texted that my parents were gone and we went up to my room with the pizza he'd brought over to watch a movie.

When we sat down on my bed and popped open the pizza box, my stomach seized in on itself. I had the sudden urge to run and vomit, but I held it down. Seeing me spew would definitely be a turn-off for Kyla. He would get so disgusted and run off, never to speak to me again.

No, I needed him there.

"We aren't telling people what happened last week or any other day, okay? This remains between us," Kyla said, already on his second piece somehow. I had no clue how he managed to finish his first so quickly; he had to have inhaled it. "Do you want it to happen again, Clem?"

Without a thought, I nodded. "Yes. I've been wanting to ask you about that..."

"I'm straight," he clarified, lowering his pizza slice and giving me a look that said the exact opposite. I bit my bottom lip. "Clem, you're still a virgin, right?"

"Why?" I flushed, dropping his gaze. That wasn't something I was ready to acknowledge. I simply wasn't ready for anything like that, even if it was with Kyla. "I mean, yes, I am, but why?"

"Just making sure," he lied. After I managed to eat two slices and he finished five, he pulled me onto his lap and started to kiss me with those lips I'd dreamed about for nearly three painful years.

I didn't know how to stop what happened next. When it came to Kyla, I never knew how to stop it.

He pulled my hair back into a ponytail with a band he had on his wrist when it was over and kissed along the back of my neck. "I forget how little you are sometimes," he mumbled into my skin, leaving his words tattooed on me. I shivered at the feel of his arms wrapping around my body and hugging me, unable to stop my grin from spreading. "You fit perfectly inside of my arms. See?"

"We're perfect together," I whispered, adjusting myself so that I could lay in between those arms of his comfortably.

"Did you like it, Clem?"

"The... the... What we just did?" I wasn't ready to say the word. It didn't feel right and I didn't want to talk about it. Kyla nodded. "It was different than I expected."

He didn't sound exactly pleased. "In a good or bad way?"

"It was with you, so it couldn't have been in a bad way," I clarified, shutting my eyes. "I love you."

Kyla kissed the top of my head, sounding less irritable now than he did before. "I know."

It didn't matter that he didn't say it back. We both knew he loved me. The words weren't necessary.