Blinded by Perfection

46- Your Stubborness

Chapter 46 |Your Stubborness

Cheer is killing me! We have worked out so hard that I feel like I don't have legs or can't move my stomach. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger though.

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Qotc is what sport(s) do you play?

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Driven instinct and astoundment, my lips freeze and my hands immediately fly up to his chest to push his hunkered down form away from my diminuative silhouette. However before I initiate the shove, a sudden realization comes over me and hits me like a ten ton truck.

I don't want him to stop kissing me.

It's like an outlet. As soon as we touch, my fears drain away. In fact, everything besides the more cautious part of my brain seems to indulge in the feeling. My physique softens into his sturdy embrace that ensconces me to him, which makes me feel a million times safer opposed to how I felt before. In addition, the good type of adreniline rushes throughout my whole form, molding my mood into the feeling as if I'm on Cloud Nine.

Little by little, the euphoric sensation overrides the section of my mind that restricts me from fully relaxing into the kiss. As it dissipates, my response towards Noah becomes more imprudent. My frozen hands that lay upon his chest slowly ride upwards, only stopping when they drag across his mop of dirty blond hair, and my previously dubious lips press against his more firmly.

There are some shady stories about first kisses floating around in the world. Some say it's the worst, some say it's okay, some say there's too much saliva, and some say to just get it out of the way because it's not enjoyable in general.

I'm glad I can say that my first kiss falls under none of those categories.

We put everything into it. Our losses, our relief, our thankfulness the other is okay. It never wavers, despite when we pass the peak of our special moment and finally pull apart to restock on our oxygen levels, leaving my lips cold. It's a good thing for me though because I was starting to become dizzy from an overworked heart. Even then our perfectly fitted bodies are still so compacted that our foreheads lean against each other and I'm still held by Noah's sinewy grip.

The most interesting thing about this though is from up close I can clearly study the individual specks of green weaved throughout Noah's quaint, nebulous eyes. The emotion underneath them isn't guarded either, but more lit up with gaiety.

It takes us both a brief period of time to catch our breaths, and in that time we simply bask in the comfort of the other in front of us. I'm actually so thankful that this boy is here right now because without him, I don't know what I would be doing. Actually, I know the answer to that. Basking in self pity, most likely.

Once we both can talk like normal human beings, Noah is the first to speak up. "That was amazing," he recounts through a warm smile. It causes the corner of his buoyant silver eyes to wrinkle, which is something I've never seen from him.

In response I simply pose with a stupidly huge lovesick smile on my lips. I actually cannot believe what just happened. Someone pinch me and wake me up from this unrealistic dream. Noah fricken Deeley just kissed me. Not only that, he's smiling at me. I can count using only my fingers on how many times I've seen him do that.

"I wish you would do that more," I suddenly blurt. Sometimes, I wish I could buy a filter for my mouth from a local Target so it will stop it's predilection of running ahead of my brain. It's impossible though due to the genes my parents gave me. Thanks guys.