My laptop charger had short-circuited the night before and I needed it badly to write up my 4 lab reports. That night, SpaceGuy suggested going to an electronic store to see if they sold it and offered to come with me. It was all sweet and great until he told me the name of the store. I froze. It was the store Pseudo-Prince worked at. Shit.
I told him about the situation and the sweetheart asked me if I would rather stay in the car and he did everything that needed to be done. He also playfully suggested I waltz in there with my arm draped around his and then ask about my charger. In the end, I decided that I needed to be there in the store since I was going to be using a credit card to pay for the charger.
So there we were in the store and I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't spot my ex anywhere within my line of sight. Sure enough, he wasn't working that day (or maybe he found another job? He did tell me he was applying around when we were dating way back in April).
SpaceGuy, despite seeming like the shy, awkwardish type, took charge and did all the talking necessary for me while I stood there with a blank look on my face because I had no idea what the hell to say. I was impressed.
Being the nice guy that he is, SpaceGuy offered to drive my friends wherever they needed to go and they politely declined since they weren't even sure about what they wanted to do after going to that store. We said our goodbyes, headed towards his car, and I intertwined my arm around his, eventually slipping my hand into his.
When we got to his place, his dog, Sam, greeted us and she thankfully didn't try to jump on me. If she had, I would have probably toppled over since she was so big!
From the corner of my eye, I spotted his aunt holding a puppy. She came over, extended her hand, and introduced herself with a polite, welcoming smile. Her hand was soft and the puppy was adorable beyond compare.
We headed up to his room and the first thing I noticed was how high his bed was (FYI: it was also very, very comfortable...), which made sense since he's 6'2" and anything lower would be really inconvenient for him.
Alright, I'm going to say this right now: This is our third date and YES I did ask if I could work on my lab reports for a bit. Yes, yes, studying/working together is a thing that people usually do with their boyfriends that they've been dating for a while but you know what? A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. My laptop was dead and I really needed to get a move on with my work.
For the record, I had asked him if he wanted to do work together prior to our meeting. I didn't spring the idea on him and disappointed him right then and there, I'm not THAT evil.
I decided to work for an hour or two. He installed a game on his phone and played it with his left arm wrapped around my shoulders. At some point, he got up to cook us dinner (which actually tasted pretty good, yay!) which consisted of veggies, rice, and spicy chicken breast.
He showed me what his favorite show was like (Rick and Morty) while we ate and it reminded me a bit of this other show I watch called Bravest Warriors.
Once our stomachs were full of food, we hopped onto his bed and we put on Bravest Warriors to watch on his desktop.
I climbed into his arms and nestled into his warmth. This is the closest we'd ever been and we hadn't even kissed yet.
His heart was beating fast, I could hear and feel it. Both of us were probably wondering when the right time to share a kiss would come. I was nervous. What was it going to be like? How far was I willing to go tonight?
There were a couple of times where we'd talk and laugh and our faces were pretty near each other, but I'd chicken out,smile, and continue watching the show. He didn't seem to mind though, he actually enjoyed the show and commented on how he saw how Rick and Morty reminded me of Bravest Warriors.
And then it happened. After he said something, he smiled, and there was a pause. Time stood still and we both knew that the kiss was gonna happen. Not gonna lie, I wasn't sure if it was going to be a huge disappointment since his lips looked pretty thin and my last experience with thin lips was weird (it felt like I was kissing a girl).
We kissed intermittently until eventually, we got really into it. We kept pressing our bodies against each other. Then we pressed closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
At some point, we reached a point where we couldn't get any closer but we still kept trying.
My hands were around his face and sometimes, my fingers were tracing the outline of his neck and his back.
His hands were holding me, brushing my thighs, my back.
Our legs were intertwined and I couldn't tell where I ended and he started.
He gave me little kisses on my shoulders and worked his way up--kissing the side of my neck, then my cheeks, and then my mouth. // I decided to stop writing this blog post.
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