My Curly haired Boy

The kiss

Jacob's POV

When he came out on stage, I felt butterflies in my stomach and shivers down my spine. I was mesmerized, by his voice, by his beautiful, beautiful brown curly hair that framed his face and its delicate features. He started singing Bloom, and I got lost looking at his luscious lips. I pictured us kissing. I imagined what it would have been if, instead of letting him go without saying a word earlier, when we had met, I had pulled him closer to me, cupping his face with both my hands and gave him the most passionate kiss I had ever given. Just thinking about it, I could feel his breath on my cheek, his tongue in my mouth, the stiffness in my pants. I woke up from my daydream and my eyes were drawn to his. Was he...staring at me? I'm pretty sure he was. A smirk started to form on his lips as he realized I was staring at him too. Hard not to, since he was the most beautiful boy in the whole place. I'm pretty sure I was blushing. I was certain of it, actually. In that moment, there was no one except for him in the place, actually. It felt so personal, so intimate. I was brought back to reality by the feel of an arm around my shoulders. At the same moment, I heard a whisper in my ear. «I fucking love you. You drive me mad.» I turned around to Connor, shocked he had talked to me that way. He took the opportunity to leave a kiss on my lips, also placing in hand on my knee. After a few seconds, I realized what was happening and  I pushed the boy away. It was too late. My eyes turned back to Troye, whose facial expression had changed. The smirk had left as easily as he had came and his eyes seemed hurt and angry. He looked away before I could even try to explain the situation to him. «WHY DID YOU DO THAT?», I said to Connor. «I just thought...» «Yeah well you thought wrong!», I interrupted him. I could see the tears in his eyes and tears were forming in my eyes too. I ran out to outside the room.  How was I going to fix any of this?