I Was Broken, Until I Met You (Completed)

¤ Chapter 3 ¤

"I can't believe you invited me for a game you know nothing about."

"I thought you could teach me a thing or two."

"Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

"I just did."

We were currently sitting on my hotel room, eating popcorns and watching a movie. Something Kevin suggested after finding out I suck in playing video games. I've never played a video game in my life. Sue me.

To be honest I was glad he didn't just pack up and go because I was not ready to go down on my knees and plead.

"Have you ever played a video game in your life?" I laughed awkwardly, fiddling with my fingers.

"You haven't?"

"No" I mumbled.

And then he started laughing, like really laugh, with teary eyes and clutching his stomach.

"Oh my word. Dude where on part of earth are you living?"

I shoved him playfully, only for him to lose balance and fell down, not without taking me with him. We both fell with a thump, him on the floor with me sprawled on top of him.

We laughed for a good minute and finally sobered up. Tears were clouding my eyes, from laughing so hard. But even with foggy eyes I could clearly see Kevin was smiling and staring at my face. His eyes travelled to my lips. I realised the kind of position we were in and to be honest I didn't mind. Suddenly our faces were closer, and noses brushing. My breath hitched.

And,

He kissed me.

He tilted his head from the floor to meet my lips. The kiss was slow and sloppy. My hands flew on their own accord and pinned his to the side, kissing him back. Ours lips moved in synch and he bit my lip asking for entrance. His chest rising up and down with every movement. My heart was beating faster and I opened my mouth giving him entrance.

His tongue entered my mouth swiftly, tasting. Lips moving in synch, I needed some air.

He groaned loudly when I pulled away to catch my breath, his face chasing mine with closed eyes. After a moment of not finding my lips, he finally opened his eyes. His entire face flushed with embarrassment.

"You are a damn good kisser." he confessed, smiling gently at me. He poked my nose with his long finger, and kissed it.

I pulled myself off of him, and sat on the sofa.

As much as I enjoyed our little moment, this was way too quick. In my head I knew it was too good to be true. I knew that whatever just happened will end badly, with me nursing a broken heart.

It'll end with me losing my shit and crying myself to sleep. It happened before and I was afraid that if something like that happened again, I was not sure whether I will make it again. I was not sure if I can pull myself together again.

Why did I have to spoil such a wonderful moment? Why did I have to overthink every damn thing about things? Why did I always have assumptions about every damn thing in my life? Why am I such a sore loser, who's always contemplating about when things would turn sour?

I was tired of second guessing everything about anyone I met. But I didn't have it in me to accept reality and move on. I didn't have it in me to let go and live my life the way I supposed to. I didn't have it in me to embrace life the way it was without worrying about what will happen tomorrow. I didn't have it in me to move on from my pain, forgive and forget like people always say. To forgive, it's easy. But to forget is hard.