Unexpected
"I know you," he says in his half-serious, half-smirk way.
"Okay. Tell me what you know," I tried to imitate his bravado, really while trying to keep my voice from wavering. My heart started to beat faster. I don't know if it was because I was afraid or attracted of this premise.
"Name me your favorite actor and I'll tell you who you are," he gestured with flourish, like a magician before performing his big trick.
I shrugged, trying to hide my discomfort and nervousness. "Robert Downey Jr.," I threw out carelessly. It was the first name that popped in my head. I wondered if I should have censored it, if it really did reveal more than I wanted it to.
"Yes! I have you all figured out," he declared the second I answered, tapping his finger against the sleeve of my arm in his triumphant confidence. I felt his fingers make contact and consciously tried not to look like I had noticed.
Riding on the same wave of bravado, I had no choice, no turning back, I continued, "Fine. Prove it."
He cocked his head, pausing to grin slowly. "How?"
"I don't know. You can't just say you figured me out. Figure me out. Do something that proves you know me," I said, a teasing lilt entering my voice. Whoa. Where did that come from? Was I flirting?
Apparently I was. And it worked. He rested his fingers to his chin, frowning as he thought. He was silent for a full five seconds, which might not sound long, but in reality, when waiting for someone to respond, was a very long time. I was about to retort on his failure when all of a sudden, in what looked like a single, seamless motion, he leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips.
His lips were soft and light. I felt them the moment they met mine, just the lightest hint of pressure - enough to feel the warmth of them meeting my own. My eyes widened, but I didn't move. He moved closer and I felt his lips press harder.
In that moment, I reacted and shifted away. He reacted instantly and moved back as well. His face was unreadable, his usual confidence was still there but looked like it might have been overshadowed by something else more vulnerable. Was he embarrassed? Guilty? I realized he was surprised I didn't respond.
And that gave me back my bravado. "You got it half right," I said, now the one with the slow serious, smirk on my face.
"In what way?" he inquired curiously, the one now on defense.
"I did want you to do that. But you should've also known I would've moved away."
"Okay. Tell me what you know," I tried to imitate his bravado, really while trying to keep my voice from wavering. My heart started to beat faster. I don't know if it was because I was afraid or attracted of this premise.
"Name me your favorite actor and I'll tell you who you are," he gestured with flourish, like a magician before performing his big trick.
I shrugged, trying to hide my discomfort and nervousness. "Robert Downey Jr.," I threw out carelessly. It was the first name that popped in my head. I wondered if I should have censored it, if it really did reveal more than I wanted it to.
"Yes! I have you all figured out," he declared the second I answered, tapping his finger against the sleeve of my arm in his triumphant confidence. I felt his fingers make contact and consciously tried not to look like I had noticed.
Riding on the same wave of bravado, I had no choice, no turning back, I continued, "Fine. Prove it."
He cocked his head, pausing to grin slowly. "How?"
"I don't know. You can't just say you figured me out. Figure me out. Do something that proves you know me," I said, a teasing lilt entering my voice. Whoa. Where did that come from? Was I flirting?
Apparently I was. And it worked. He rested his fingers to his chin, frowning as he thought. He was silent for a full five seconds, which might not sound long, but in reality, when waiting for someone to respond, was a very long time. I was about to retort on his failure when all of a sudden, in what looked like a single, seamless motion, he leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips.
His lips were soft and light. I felt them the moment they met mine, just the lightest hint of pressure - enough to feel the warmth of them meeting my own. My eyes widened, but I didn't move. He moved closer and I felt his lips press harder.
In that moment, I reacted and shifted away. He reacted instantly and moved back as well. His face was unreadable, his usual confidence was still there but looked like it might have been overshadowed by something else more vulnerable. Was he embarrassed? Guilty? I realized he was surprised I didn't respond.
And that gave me back my bravado. "You got it half right," I said, now the one with the slow serious, smirk on my face.
"In what way?" he inquired curiously, the one now on defense.
"I did want you to do that. But you should've also known I would've moved away."
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