finding you

twenty four

Rhys managed to sneak in SEVEN more kisses by the time we reached his house. He said it was because I had so much thought into it that he knew if he didn't do it then, it would never be unanticipated like how a first kiss should be. I only wish I knew how to kiss him back. I feel like I'm just being a statue or something. But his kisses are all so brief, anyways. He might as well be kissing my forehead again. He then continued to kiss me quickly on the lips multiple times because he was afraid I would keep count then make the next kiss loom over our heads, too. I found that really funny becuase it was actually true. I'm just not going to tell him that I actually was keeping count. 

We arrive at the house sometime later. After both of us spent maybe 15 minutes digging and pushing, we finally managed to get the quad out of the giant mud hole. Of course we're absolutely covered in mud from head toe and we basically had to sneak into his house to get to the bathroom. I guess his dad would not be too pleased if he saw a couple kids tracking mud behind them in his house. I thought he was at work anyways, but I guess not. I don't think about it too much. 

We get to the basement bathroom and he closes the door behind us. He lets out a quick breath of relief before talking. "Throw everything on the floor. You shower first. I'm going to grab you some clothes of mine. Sweats or whatever."

"Okay."

He looks conflicted for a moment, before saying, "Is it alright if I just quickly strip down to my boxers? I don't want to track any mud to my room."

"Yeah." I smirk at him. It's not like I haven't seen him without a shirt on or anything. 

"Okay." He nods and just stares at me for a moment. He laughs before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. I feel ridiculous just standing here watching Rhys undress in front of me, but it's not weird at all. It's just funny. 

For some reason, the only thing I keep thinking right now is, 'kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! I want to keep kissing you! ' But, he can't hear my thoughts. I can't believe I'm even thinking this right now.

"What is it?" He questions, tossing his pants to the pile on the floor, seeming to notice something about me. 

I have a mischevious grin on my face and he raises his eyebrow at me. He looks at me for a moment before coming to me. He's so close to me and my heart beat triples in speed. 

"What is it, Theo?" He smirks, gently touching his knuckles to my arm. He knows. He knows what I want from him. He's going to make me make the first move, isn't he? 

"Kiss me." It's barely a whisper. 

But he hears it loud and clear because soon I'm lifted off the ground and placed onto the bathroom counter. I wrap my legs around him, bringing him closer to me. We look into each other's eyes without saying anything. I never thought a man's eyes could be so breathtaking. Seriously, they're beautiful. He leans into me then and gently presses his lips to my forehead. Well, when I said to kiss me I did mean on my lips, but the forehead kisses are surprisingly nice, as well.

I giggle. I feel giddy. Completely high off of some kind of drug thath I have never been on before.

"Hm...?" He moans curiously. 

He pulls his head back just enough to look me in the eyes. I shake my head at him with a huge grin plastered on my face. He narrows his eyes in suspicion but he's smiling. It's not long before he is kissing me again. Except, instead of one long slow kiss, he's giving me a bunch of tiny kisses. All over my face. I giggle even harder now. Oh my gosh, what is happening?!

His eyes land on my lips before giving them a peck, too, but then he hesitates. He then closes the gap and kisses me. Really kisses me. No peck this time. It's slow and tender and everything I could imagine, but so much more. I still don't really know what I'm doing, or if this feels at all good for him as it does for me, but it's my first real kiss. I move my mouth along with his, letting him take the lead. I mean, he does have all of this experience, no wonder he's so good! Okay, I need to stop thinking about all the girls this guy has made out with. He massages my bottom lip with his mouth, nipping at it playfully. I awkwardly laugh into his mouth and I can feel his smile against my own. I try kissing him this time. I push myself against him more, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to find what's the most comfortable. I tilt my head a little bit and I feel myself fit more into everything. We both find a speed that seems to work for us and we stick to it. It's slow, but it's oh so sweet. We go like this for a while. It could have been a minute or ten before I feel his tongue slip into my mouth and I almost jump back. I don't know how to kiss with tongue.