I can't stop imagining what if Ray came to see you after the kiss, ad he doesn't say a word, but you notice that he's staring at your lips the whole time, with a blush on his cheeks (ashkjsg I'm soft)
Instead of walking right into a trap that night, Ray had the fortune to go relatively undetected for just a while longer here. He tries to go back to work and focus on everything that he has to do but he can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips were against his chapped ones. It had only lasted a second but he could taste your lip balm and how soft your hands felt against his own. It made his cheeks burn hotly.
Wasn’t kissing supposed to happen between two people that liked each other very much? Wait… if you kissed him, didn’t that mean that you really-really liked him? Was this a dream? Did he finally die? Was he living in a world where you really liked him?
That’s what caused Ray to nearly short-circuit. His heart was pounding against his ribs but the notion that you liked him, you liked someone as pathetic as him, that made him crave more. When he shut his eyes, he could imagine giving you a proper kiss. Not a haphazard one that lasted a mere moment. No, he thought about how much he wanted to sweep you off your feet.
Perhaps that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from walking back to your room in the early morning hours where the sun had barely risen to find you still awake and kicking. You smiled at him and welcomed him inside. Ray didn’t say a word but he approached you with intent.
You cocked your head at his actions. He stopped in front of you and leaned over the spot where you sat at the table, you set down your phone and murmured his name. It was a chorus of heaven to him. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, he kept staring just a smidge lower.
“…Ray?” you asked, tentatively. “Did… Did you want to kiss again? It’s okay if you want to… or are you upset about it? I’m sorry I didn’t ask you if it was okay first. I just… I care about you so much and it hurt me to know that you were hurting and I just… wanted you to know how much that I…”
Ray rested his hands against your shoulders and swallowed. He shook his head to that as if he wasn’t ashamed of this. “I care about you too…” his voice was barely audible. “I care about you so much…”
“Ray…” you breathed again, unsure of where he was going to go with this. He was just so close and your own heart was pounding.
He leaned in, very slowly, and brushed his lips against your own. It was a messy kiss where teeth clicked and things were quite on the mark, but the intensity was enough to make up for it. It was desperation, clinging, and longing. All the strong feelings that you felt for each other balled up into one. It kept going and going until your lungs screamed for air but neither of you listened.
