Jun. 6th, 2017

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Another "Battlefield" kiss.

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A month. They’d been dating a whole month, and Angela respected that Orlando wanted to take things slow, to do it right, and that they weren’t ready for a number of relationship milestones. Still, was it unbelievable for her to expect a first kiss? A month was hardly an unreasonable amount of time. The most they did was hold hands, or put an arm around the other. What was wrong with her that he didn’t want to kiss her?

He kissed Tait. When they were dating, he mentioned it a few times. They made out on the couch. What gives? She huffed.

“Problem?” he asked, glancing over at her.

She shook her head. “Nope.”

Orlando grabbed the remote and paused the movie they’d been watching. “Yep.”

“Come on, I want to see the end,” she protested, not wanting to fight. They’d fight if she told him what was going through her mind. Either that, or he’d laugh at her silly insecurities.

He raised an eyebrow. “Like you haven’t seen it before. It’s one of your constant go to movies.”

For a reason. We’re not supposed to actually watch it. She gripped the hem of her shirt tightly. “The ending happens to be my favorite part. I pick it a lot because I like it.”

“I know. I like it too. But I can pause it, and we can watch the end after you tell me what the problem is. Let me do my manly job and help.”

She glared at him. “And here I thought you were above stereotypes.”

“Your sarcasm radar is broken. Why are you mad?” he pressed.

Why did he have to know her so well? “Am I gross?” she asked at last.

He laughed. “What? No. Why are you asking? Someone at school? I can send them a glitter bomb, teach them a lesson.”

She couldn’t help but crack a smile. It faded quickly. “You won’t kiss me,” she said.

“So you assume it’s because I think you’re gross?” He scowled. “Your logic doesn’t make sense.”

“You kissed Tait.”

“She’s different.”

“And prettier.”

“Hardly.” He rolled his eyes in true Orlando fashion. “Don’t judge me for what I’m about to say.”

“Um…okay?” What horrible truth was he going to tell?

Orlando took in a deep breath. “I don’t kiss you because I’m afraid that if we start, we won’t be able to stop. The way I…want to be with you…is a lot different than anything I ever felt when I was with Tait. I know, I’m a pig.”

“Pigs are still cute.” She paused, the realization dawning on her that he wanted to sleep with her hitting hard. That he wanted that with her and not Tait. She was probably doing her tomato impression. “M-most of the time, I mean. They’re cute. At least you know you’re a pig.”

“Ouch,” he mumbled.

She lay her head on his shoulder. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit, Orly. You’re a good guy. You respect me.”

“I do.”

“And there is no way you can talk me into anything I don’t want to do,” she added. “Which I don’t want to, not yet, just like I know you don’t want to yet, and I’m cool with that. We’re on the same page.”

He nodded. “See? I over analyze things too.” That got him a poke in the side. He yelped, ever the ticklish one. “It’s hard, okay? Stop torturing me for being aware of my hormones.”

The double meaning had her laughing so hard she fell off the couch.

“You and your brother are cut from the same cloth after all.” He narrowed his gaze at her. “There are days I wonder. Then you do things like that.”

She gazed up at him from the floor. “Oh come on, you love it.”

“I do.” He said it so softly. “I mean, I love you, so it’s a given, right?”

The three words. Right there. She gave him a tiny smile. “I love you too.” She rose to her knees. “Now we have to kiss. For real.”

He didn’t hesitate. He got off of the couch to meet her lips with his own. Slow, sweet, and patient. Like he was savoring the moment. And after the moment passed, he gazed down at her, their bodies still close together. “Yeah, I don’t want to stop.”

Angela didn’t either. She put her hands on his chest, knowing the moment wasn’t their moment to have. Not yet. “But you did just fine. So no reason to be afraid. I got you. I won’t let you take it too far. And I trust you, so I know you won’t push it there either.”

Nervously, he leaned in and kissed her again. This one less intense, though still delightful in its own way. “I’m convinced. Kissing can be added to the agenda more often.”

“I concur.” She wanted another, but decided for the time being they’d had enough. “Am I that scary?”

“You? No, not usually. When you’re mad, yes.” He raked his lower lip between his teeth. “The thought of losing you for good? That’s terrifying. And I don’t want to be like—”

“I know.” Orlando didn’t want to be like her brother, the guy who played with hearts and burned every romantic bridge he crossed. As much as she loved JD, he did have a way of being incredibly selfish. Orlando taking note of those mistakes was telling. He meant it when he said he was taking their relationship seriously. Which begged the question: was he hoping to marry her someday?

The thought scared her and excited her at the same time. She needed to get out of high school before that happened, but how soon after graduating would she want to wait before taking the plunge? No, I’m reading too much into it. For the moment, she’d be happy he loved her. That was more than enough.

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