Niall’s head tilted as his brows bunched up at the sound of her words. “Oh?” He said out loud to her, only for more words to follow her previous ones. He didn’t second her movements or actions, but allowed them to happen without any of his own to interrupt them. We welcomed the kiss, knowing that if she wasn’t the one to start it, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from doing so eventually. Of course the boy kissed her back, the feeling inside of him one he was waiting to feel for a long time. The feeling lingered as she pulled away, but was soon replaced by a sadness due to her no longer being close to him. His sight caught hers looking right back at him, his tongue quickly running over his lips before he moved closer to her. He couldn’t help it, there was nothing he could do from wanting to feel that feeling again. There were no longer an doubts in his mind or any negative thoughts to hold him back. The boy replaced the empty feeling with her lips again, this time, a deeper kiss taking place as he placed a hand gently over her cheek, the other wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Of course, he could’ve played it off with some sort of silly banter or quick witted jokes between the two of them, but that’s not what he wanted. His lips on hers said a lot more than anything he could have said verbally, that feeling from the first kiss suddenly reappearing before he pulled himself away slowly, only leaving the smallest space between the two of them.
As soon as his lips were pressed against her own once again every single worry, doubt, and fear she had seemed to have washed away. None of it mattered because no matter what happened tomorrow, next month, or next year between the two this moment was worth it. Feeling him wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer she did just that, and yet even that wasn’t enough. She needed to be closer. She kissed him back, lips moving against his own as the fire underneath her skin grew. The girl had to stop herself from practically whimpering at the feeling of his lips leaving her own. She didn’t open her eyes right away but instead took a second to calm her nerves and try to calm her heart that was beating rapidly within her chest. She placed her hands on his chest, the tiniest of smiles appearing on her lips as she opened her eyes to look at him. She wanted to say something, anything but she couldn’t find the words; a first for the model. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” She admitted, her tone soft as she stayed close to him, one hand moving from his chest up to his neck where she gently rested her hand.
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