After leaving your shoes by the door, you led him to your bedroom.
You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders after you explained everything to him. By telling him about the past year, and your past relationship, you felt as though you closed the door to that part of your life. Like you could finally start over.
Semi took a seat at the edge of your bed. He looked anxious, almost like he was uncomfortable to be in a girls' room. It was kind of funny to you considering he didn't come off as that type of guy.
"You can get comfortable," you said with a smile, before turning away.
You had countless notebooks and loose pages scattered all over your desk. You shuffled through some papers and notebooks, before finding what you were looking for. There was one note written at the top that you could read clearly. It said, for Semi. You had traced over each letter numerous times, that the ink bled through to another page. You thought about how you would daze off thinking about Semi as you wrote this.
"I have something I want to show you," you said, before reaching for your guitar. You adjusted yourself on the bed, and tuned a couple of strings. You focused while you began strumming a couple of notes.
"Keep in mind, it's not finished yet, but I wanted you to hear this." You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes. You could feel your face start to burn, but you wanted to do this for him. In a way, this song was part of your apology.
As you began to play, your body started to relax. You felt each note you played. Eventually, you opened your eyes slightly, and glanced over at Semi.
Semi had his back against the wall. He sat with one of his knees bent so he could lean his arm against it. His head laid on top of his arm, facing the opposite wall. You couldn't see his expression. You felt a sense of relief. He probably recognized how nervous you were to perform for him.
Your voice trailed off at the end, while playing the last few notes. You heart was racing. Your mind was running through a million different thoughts, wondering if he even like the song.
He turned to face you, still keeping his head resting on his arm.
"Thank you," Semi said with a smile.
That's it? That didn't really answer what you were wondering. You weren't expecting him to be thrilled by the song, or even looking for any kind of applause, but you wanted him to say more. It took so much of you to put yourself out there and sing for him.
You carefully leaned your guitar against the wall next to her bed. You then situated yourself on the bed to be more comfortable. Resting your body against the wall next to Semi, crossing your ankles.
"Y/n," Semi said softly. You looked over at him. He reached over and caressed your face with his hand. His thumb brushed your cheekbone. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. You knew what was coming next. You felt tense. Slowly, he brought his face closer to yours.
Your eyes closed and the features of your face softened. He gently pressed his lips against yours, as his hand shifted, entangling his fingers in your smooth locks of hair. Your body began to relax. This is what you've been wanting for a long time.
As he went to deepen the kiss, you backed away. You ran your thumb along your bottom lip, surprised. As much as you wanted to keep kissing Semi, you needed to take a breath.
"What's wrong?" He sighed, tracing his finger along your jawline.
You shook your head, and buried your face in your palms. You started to laugh.
"I'm just happy," you finally said.
A rush of adrenaline hit you and you cupped his face in your hands. You surprised yourself, and kissed him.
