cold coffee.

ch. 8

It ended as quickly as it

had started. 

I pulled away like I had been struck

by lightning. My lips tingled with electricity. 

"I, I'm so sorry. I didn't, I don't know. Fuck." 

I stood up quickly, stars clouded my vision

and I stumbled. 

"Chan." 

I was so afraid to hear what you

 would stay. But I didn't run. Not from you. 

"First of all. Please, sit down. You look like 

you're going to pass out."

I swallowed thickly. It felt like tar had 

been lodged in my throat. 

I sat on the couch a few feet away stiffly,

no longer feeling comfortable in my own home. 

"Look at me," You said as you sat next to me. You were flushed. 

I looked up from my hands and realized that I hadn't 

looked at you since I kissed you. 

You didn't look mad, or disgusted. Not in the slightest. 

"It's okay." 

I couldn't believe what I 

had heard. 

"What?"

You grabbed my hand. Yours was cold and delicate. 

In comparison with mine, large and calloused from

years of guitar playing. 

"It's okay. I'm not mad." You chucked lightly, 

"Actually, i'm relieved. I thought I would have to make the first move."

I laughed and ran a hand

through my hair.

He liked it. 

We sat in silence for a moment before 

I found the courage to speak again.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Only if you promise to lay down

while I make you food." 

I nodded absent mindedly, 

not really listening to you.

My hand cupped your jaw and I remember 

the way you blushed when I rubbed your cheek

with my thumb. 

"You're really cute, by the way." I said

You smiled, so shyly. 

I laced my hand through your

short hair and pulled you closer. 

This time, it felt like time had stopped. 

It felt like, I had swallowed the sun. My stomach

burst into flames and the butterflies turned

into phoenixes. 

You had let go of my hand

and found your way to cup my jaw. 

I gently bit your lip, and you let out a small

gasp. I pulled away before things got out of hand. 

Your lips were cherry red and you smiled

at me. 

"I'm definitely going to get sick now. And it's your fault." 

you pushed my shoulder playfully, 

and stood up. 

I've never felt so alive. 

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