who: @n8-shaw when: spin the bottle! where: valentine’s social
The beating in her chest was nearly unbearable, drowning out the sounds of the woots of the crowd as the last pair shuffled into the infamous closet. Rhia couldn’t quite decide if this was a cruel jape fate decided to pull on her, or perhaps a blessing in the form of a charged moment alone with him. Nate. She could feel his massive presence behind her, even with her back turned to him as she carefully shut the closet door behind them. It’s not like they hadn’t done things before. But that was so long ago… It felt as if an eternity passed since her skin was lovingly pressed into his. Maybe now that would change. She could only pray that’s what this meant.
She made a slow turn toward him, first taking in his slacks, the suit jacket that always seemed to fit extra tight at the shoulders, and then his face, his eyes as he looked down at her. Rhia thought she could live in those big, brown eyes, surviving off of nothing but the reserves of her love for him. Nate. Her breath caught, their proximity much too overwhelming for the vastly under-prepared blonde. “Nate,” she said quietly, fumbling with her hands as she watched him closely. She couldn’t let the moment pass. She wouldn’t let a second go wasted. “I want to kiss you,” she blurted, with the naive fervor of a young girl desperately in love. The words seemed to float between them, a truth long waiting to be voiced into existence. She was reluctant to continue, but she needed to. When would she? If not now. “Do you want to kiss me?” she asked earnestly, a hint of hurt coating the words as they passed her lips. She’d wondered endlessly, for months, if he thought of kissing her. If he craved it in the way she craved him. It was always hard to say with Nate. Even harder now, amidst their distance. But she needed his answer.