Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

19

"I ... have moved on."

"Eh?"

Moved on?

Moved On?

What the hell? Surely, I must have misheard. Of course that's it. I misheard. Let's just rewind back 10 seconds.

Where were we again?

That's right. I had my tongue shoved down his throat. 

So that's exactly what I did. Bending over him, pressing my mouth against his. His lips immediately parting as he welcomed my moist tongue swiveling around his warm cave once again. The languid manner in which he was responding perfectly indicating that he was enjoying this exchange just as much as I was.

See, there you go. I knew my ear wax was overflowing. Moved on, my foot!

Pulling back once, I attempted another of my charming smiles that people tell me have my fans' hearts fluttering. Completely convinced that this time around he would return one of his own, and then we would talk about our feelings, perhaps even make out a little bit more, and then ride away into the sunset. Or at least something to that effect.

Except when I looked down on him once again he returned his same deadpanned expression that has been frustrating me for nine years. Taking advantage of my intense confusion, he expertly slipped out from under me. Brushing away a non-existent crease from his pants before he cleared his throat.

"So...I guess if everything is in order I will head back now..."

"Eh?"

By the time I figured out what he was talking about and scrambled out of the bed to run behind him I was having my own front door slammed right in my face. My mouth hanging open as a stared at the flat piece of wood.

What the fuck just happened?

One second I am daydreaming about a romantic vacation in Hawaii and the next Kong is essentially shrugging off the kiss with a 'sorry, not interested' and simply walking away. Was I missing something here? I mean even if the horrible, not so exciting possibility that Kong had truly moved on, didn't we still have a gigantic elephant in the room we needed to talk about? And then what about the fact that he had totally responded to my kiss. With lips and tongue and teeth and all. Maybe the sheer force of our kiss had rendered him speechless.

Yeah, that must be it. He probably just needs some time to think about it. Process that after four whole years his confession finally went through. That he didn't need to hide his feelings from me anymore. Yup, that ought to be it. He just needed a night to think. Just like I did.

Repeating the tossing and turning, and rolling around the giant bed all alone the entire night, I spent half the time obsessing over finally kissing Kong, and the other half bouncing between our all-important talk tomorrow while having pretend conversation with an imaginary uncharacteristically-smiley Kong as we planned our first getaway together as a couple. I mean I like him, I am mostly sure he still likes me cause why else would he respond to me the way he did otherwise? This just had to be the natural progression right? Right!

So why did I spend the entire night biting down half my nails in nervousness? Cause with Kong I really never know what to expect. Which was only proven to be excruciatingly true as I slipped into the car the following morning. Kong having made his way there earlier than me, famously typing away on his phone. Behaving like absolutely nothing had transpired between us last night.

"Ummm...Kong?"

"Hmmm?"

The staring at his phone while ignoring me still an ongoing theme. Ok, there has to be something wrong here when I am the only person sweating buckets in this equation. Why the fuck is Kong not reacting in any manner at all.