The Heartbroken - S01 E61

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The Heartbroken - S01 E61

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

It was getting harder

and harder not to just

cross that distance

myself.

Slowly, slowly, slowly,

he leaned in.

The moment our lips

touched, my eyes

automatically fluttered

close. He pulled back

carefully, the kiss

nothing more than a

butterfly landing on my

lips.

Then he kissed me

again, a bit longer this

time.

He pulled away, all

gentleness, but kept

our distance as close as

possible.

“I’m feeling weirdly

nervous,” he whispered,

breathing seemingly

shaken.

This time, I was the

one to close the

distance. His lips parted

and the kiss was

longer, deeper, still

gentle.

I paused long enough to

admit “Me, too,” before

placing a hand on his

chest and the other in

his hair, pulling him

closer.

Every time we pull

away, we find

ourselves leaning in

again. And each kiss

becomes deeper than

the previous one. It

was just like making

out, but there was a

certain kind of

gentleness to it.

Carefully, he pushed me

back until my back was

flat against the cold

marble of the counter.

For a moment, his lips

leave mine and are on

my jaw, tracing kisses

to my ear. I take a deep

shuddering breath

before he finds my lips

again. I don’t know how

long we were kissing–it

felt like minutes but it

was never enough.

I dissolved in his kisses

as they get deeper,

until I forget where we

are and everything but

him disintegrates into

nothing more than an

afterthought.

He pulled away, this

time seemingly for

good. I tried to ignore

the urge to pull him

back. He helped me sit

up.

He said something but I

couldn’t focus enough

to understand.

“I said, we caused quite

a commotion,” he

repeated.

Finally, I realized that

people were cheering

and hooting, clapping

like the football team

just won State Finals.

“Duuude! You are sooo

doped!” one of his

friends said, punching

Seth on his shoulder.

“You really got it bad for

this girl, eh?”

Seth took my hand,

meeting my eyes. The

expression on his face

could only be nothing

but serious. Holding my

gaze, he replied, “Yeah.”

My breathing hitched.

“Real bad.”

He pulled me quick to

plant a kiss on my

temple.

For a moment, I almost

let myself believe it

was real.

All of it.

—

“So, Kyla, that kiss was

really something,”

Alyssa said, making my

cheeks go red, as we

both collected red cups,

dumping them on a

half-filled large garbage

bag.

“Was it?” I said, cursing

myself for easily

blushing.

Apparently, six of

Seth’s friends always

stay behind to help with

cleaning the place up.

It’s tradition, Alyssa

had explained to me.

“Uhh, duh. Everyone

stopped to watch. It

was like a kissing scene

from those really, really

cheesy romantic films.

Only better.” She smiled

at me, raising an

eyebrow. “He must

really like you.”

She wasn’t helping

much with the blushing.

“God, he can’t stop

looking at you,” she said

to me and shouted, “For

f--k’s sake, Seth, Kyla

won’t go anywhere so

please stop staring like

she’d disappear all of a

sudden.”

This got a few laughs

from everyone, teasing

Seth and playfully joking

about this sudden

change in him. He gave

me an amused smile

from across the room.