Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 23

What's the situation with your country and the Covid-19?

Please stay safe if you're thinking of going outside because you're bored, just come and read one of my books.
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We stared at each other for an odd way. The swirl of emotion I saw in his eyes made me gasp. However, before I could ponder about it, he smiled and before I knew it, his hands were resting below my ear and his thumb gently caressing my cheek. I couldn't stop myself from staring in his eyes. We weren't kissing but sometimes just looking in his enchanting blue eyes was enough to make me lose my mind.

Finally, his lips touched mine. I automatically closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his lips on mine. Sparks flew in every direction, and nothing else seemed to matter, the world around us disappearing slowly. Kissing him made me forget about all the problems in my life and how much pain I've been through. The only thing that mattered was being here with him.

This was by far the best kiss I've ever had in my life, and yet it was a soft kiss. Our lips were moving in perfect sync; I placed my hands on his shoulder and pulled him closer. It was a good minute before we finally broke away for air. Without pulling away, he rested his forehead on mine. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to look in his.

The colour was so intense my pulse started racing. Did I do that?

We just stood there, staring at each other. Frankly, I was too afraid to talk. What if he regrets kissing me again? 

What if I am a terrible kisser?

 What if tasted like Cheetos? 

What if?

"You're overthinking." He whispered.

I blushed and looked down at his chest.

I didn't know what to say.

Valdo and I kissed.

 We kissed. 

Valdo kissed me on the lips and with tongue.  He said he wanted to kiss me and he did. With my permission!

"Stop thinking so much." He whispered again.

"I can't help it," I whispered in reply. I had to think about the kiss, what's going to happen after this? There is no way we can ignore that it happened. There is no way we ignore that we have some sort of feelings going on. At least I did.

I don't know exactly what I am feeling. Is it gratitude? or Is it something stronger?

He took a step from me, "I guess it's time for us to talk."

It's never good when someone wants to 'talk' but I nod my head anyway.

"Let's have a seat on the bed," he held on to my left hand then pulled me towards the bed. He sat down then pulled me down to sit beside him.

He took a deep breath. I look down at my hands to avoid the intensity of his beautiful eyes and to avoid the possibility of rejection.

"So here's the thing," he paused for a few seconds, I guess he was trying to find the right words to use. He took a deep breath, then said, "I like you. I like you a lot, and I would like to get to know you better." He took another deep breathe, "Basically what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to date you. I'll understand if you don't like me that way, it won't change how I feel about you. "