You looked over at Charles, his eyes were glued to the screen. Once you looked at him you found it hard to look away. The way his nose crinkled slightly when a character did something dumb, which was often in horror movies. You particularly liked the way he licked his lips when something interesting was happening.
God his lips! His soft pink lips.
You hated yourself for it but you were positive that best friends didn't think of other best friends like this.
"Take my picture it'll last longer," Charles said with a cheeky grin.
Your cheeks heated up, you had been caught red-handed. "I-I, you have something on your face," you lied.
"Oh, how embarrassing, he said, trying to get it, with his tongue.
Tease.
You had enough it was your turn to be the tease. "Here let me get it," you said placing your thumb on his face; pretending to wipe away something that wasn't there.
He went red this time. "Thanks," he mumbled.
This shut you both up and you turned your attention back to the movie. You scooted a little closer to Charles, he did have the popcorn, after all, is what you told yourself. He seemed okay with the sudden closeness and your bodies fit perfectly together. You tugged the bowl out of his hand, you saw him roll his eyes but other than that he didn't complain.
Out of nowhere, a possessed girl popped out and you jumped, causing popcorn to fly everywhere. You thought that was bad enough until you realized that you had jumped right into Charles' lap.
He coughed awkwardly but you didn't move, you were still in shock. "Um, (Y/n)," he muttered under his breath.
"I'm so sorry, you said in embarrassment, quickly jumping off his lap. Well look at what we're are out of popcorn, you said standing up quickly trying to get out of the situation.
You placed a bag in the microwave and watched it popped. Goosebumps ran up your arms as you thought of the feeling of Charles' touch.
You jumped when you felt a pair of hands on your arm. When you turned around you were face to face with Charles. He moved hair away from your face, shivers went down your spine at the touch of his soft skin. You backed away from him ever so slightly, no matter how much you wanted this you were startled by his actions.
"C-Charles," you said, your back hitting the wall.
"Tell me it's not in my head (Y/n)," he said walking closer to you.
Your back pressed further against the wall. "W-What, are you talking about?" you asked, breathing becoming irregular.
He stroked your cheek, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. "Your shiver at my touch, he said, voice deeper than usual. Either I'm crazy or I'm right; and I'll look really stupid if I'm crazy," he said, confidence fading.
"Kiss me," you whispered.
"What?" Charles said. He had been the one's moments ago suggesting it but he was taken aback that you had reciprocated.
"Kiss me like there's no tomorrow Charles Michel," you begged.
He gently placed his hands on your face and then it happened; his lips were soft and sweet, but at the same time so rough.
You were pushed harder against the wall, a fire was beginning to burn in your stomach and you never wanted the moment to end. Charles's hands were in your hair and the feeling of his lips on yours was absolutely intoxicating. Suddenly the ding of the microwave brought you both back into the real world. You felt slightly cold when he pulled away but the fire that had burned so boldly moments ago had only died a little. Charles' hair was disheveled and his cheeks were tinted pink, he looked up at you bashfully.
"The popcorn is done," you whispered with a small smile.
You turned to grab it but Charles caught your arm. The sudden closeness once again caused goosebumps to rise. His lips touched yours again and the fire ignited. This kiss was shorter and sweet.
He pulled away and put his head in the crook of your neck. "I could get used to this, "he mumbled into your skin.
"Me too, you said kissing the top of his head. Me too."
