Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{First Kiss p.2}

"Hey!" He spoke with authority, gripping my arm to pull me back to him.

"What!?" I snapped. I didn't want to see him, I didn't have the patience right now.

"What is it? What did I do?" He sounded hurt but his eyes never left my face. He was looking for a sign of anything, some emotion but I gave him nothing.

"Nothing," I mumbled, pulling my arm away from him. "It's nothing."

I moved to walk up the stairs again, but he wouldn't let me. "It's obviously something," he tested.

"You stole from me, Corbyn." My voice has dropped more venom then I imagined, it was a calm rage inside me.

He looked at me dumbfounded, but soon enough, pieced everything together. "I was your first kiss?" He almost gasped. I tore my eyes away from his and inspected the floor. To say I was embarrassed didn't even cover it. "Well," he scoffed, "you are one hell of a good kisser for being inexperienced." I rolled my eyes at his childishness.

"Fuck off, Corbyn." Once again, I moved to walk away from him.

"God," he groaned, obviously irritated. "Stop being so ducking stubborn," he hissed, gripping my waist to stop me. Spinning me around, he brought me into his body, holding me tight in place. My hands flew to his chest, trying to steady my body, his hands gripped my waist tighter when I tried to creat distance between us.

Looking up at his face was a mistake. He was staring down at me already, when I moved to look up at him as well our lips were so close the slightest movement would put them together.

"Stubborn?" I asked, a sad chuckle leaving my lips.

"Yes, stubborn."

"How am I stubborn? You're the one who won't let me leave," I pointed out.

"You're stubborn because you can't see that I like you. God damn are you blind?" He gawked at me.

I stood in silence. That's the only thing I could do and I was sure, if his hands weren't holding me this tightly, I was gonna fall to the floor.

"You like me," it came out more as I question then a statement. It felt foreign; to have someone say that to me was like me being in cloud 9.

Right. I am.

"Yes," he breathed, looking at my lips as he did so.

"I like you too," I smiled slightly, I wasn't sure this was a really vivid dream or if it was reality.

He moved one hand from my waist to scratch the back of his neck, "so I know that I had your first kiss, but can I have another?" He chuckled. It was adorable really, having him turn so shy on me.

"You can," I granted. He waisted no time in closing the gap between us, but this time it wasn't so hungry or aggressive. It was calm, loving and perfect.