Just gonna get this out in the air... I start school this Monday and its college classes. Basically, I'm a high school student but I'm deciding to do a special program where I go to my local community college and take their courses... what I'm trying to say is that I may be busy because on top of that I'm working a lot more than I use to last year... I guess we'll see what happens... anyways
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If This Is Love: 19 | First Date (Part 3)
| Laura Renae |
I nearly jumped when I noticed Ross standing beside me, leaning up against the wall next to Rocky's bedroom door, his phone camera angled on me. He had a goofy grin on his face, only making me feel nervous.
"What are you doing?" I ask, awkwardly laughing at the end. That's my usual, I'm uncomfortable please help me, laugh that I use mostly during interviews by myself and sometimes during fan encounters.
"Filming you." He replies, keeping the same grin on his face. "For future references." Now I raise my eyebrows up at his face, suddenly feeling more nervous than before. Why does he keep saying that? He must've noticed, because his smile slowly faded and he leaned forward, gently kissing my cheek. And just like that, all the nervousness washed away the second his lips touched my skin. "Ready to go see the living room?" He asks quietly.
"Yeah." I reply, giving him a small smile. He begins to walk backwards, the smile back on his face and the phone still pointed at me. "I still don't understand why you're filming me." I quietly say.
"Because I love you and I love watching back videos of you. Understand it now?" He asks, most likely growing a bit irritated with me. Sighing, I nod briefly and continue down the hall. Ross moves a bit faster, leaving enough distance that he wasn't in the way of the view of the living room. The people that live here have a couch that has a section that's literally a full size bed, with only a section of a normal seated couch. And Ross took it upon himself to have pillows from the bedroom he's staying in on the couch, a giant fluffy white comfortable blanket on top, and what looks like a container of food beside it, not to mention the tv was on and was paused at the beginning scene of a movie we both absolutely adore. Putting a hand on my heart, I give Ross a smile.
"Aw, Ross!" I say, my heart swelling. I couldn't help but keep my hand on my heart as I close the distance between us, hugging the crap out of his body. Ross chuckles and plants a single kiss in my hair, gently squeezing me with one arm. "This is so sweet." I mumble, not letting go of him.
"I thought a romantic movie night was needed." He quietly says. "Moulin Rouge, the container has chocolate covered strawberries that I forced my mom to make right after you left, and I may or may not be scoring extra brownie points when I say that I love you and want you to be my girlfriend." At the last word, I pull away from him enough to look up at his face. "But that's not me asking you. So don't answer right now." I furrow my eyebrows up at him. "Just... wait for later."
"Can we go lay down?" I quietly ask him.
"Of course." Ross guides me to the couch, letting himself lay up against the back of it while I crawled beside him enough to where we could fit the container of chocolate covered strawberries between us and have me not falling off the couch. We didn't talk for at least fifteen minutes into the movie, which was fine, because both Ross and I were munching on the strawberries. It wasn't until another fifteen minutes when we are the batch and Ross set the bin behind him on a shelf, when he spoke up. "Are you afraid that if I kiss you, it'll be like back in twenty thirteen when you didn't feel anything?" He asks me. Instead of focusing on the movie, I immediately sit myself up and turn my body towards him, watching as he sits himself up as well.
"Is that why you haven't kiss me yet?" I ask him. "Because you think I won't feel anything?"
"I feel like you'll feel something, but do you think you'll feel something?" I frown at him.
"Of course I feel like I'll feel something. Ross, when you're near me my stomach does flips. Hell, every time you kiss my cheek or my hair, butterflies erupt everywhere and my heartbeat speeds up like crazy. I know I'll feel something when I kiss you." I tell him. He lets out a breath that I'm sure he held in the entire time I was talking, which for some reason got me to smile.
"I'm letting you know now that when I actually kiss you, I might... I might make a noise two seconds in." He tells me. I grow confused at his words. "I'll moan, Laura. I'll moan and most likely kiss you harder because I've been literally dying to kiss you again for four years." He clarifies.
"Then kiss me, Ross. Do you not think I've been wondering what it'd be like to kiss you again for the past five months?" I ask him. "You're not the only one dying to be kissed." He sits up a little straighter at my words.
"Will you let me use tongue?" He asks, his eyes a bit wide.
"Not at first." I whisper. "But yeah, tongue is... fine, I guess." I add. Without hesitation, I take my glasses off and set them beside where my pillow was, hoping I wouldn't break them. Ross was close enough to me to the point where he wasn't blurry, pretty fucking clear, actually. And that only caused my body to ache, wanting nothing but his touch. "Ross, seriously, just kiss me alre-" Before I could even finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. My eyes flutter shut, letting myself get lost in this moment.
He wasn't lying when he said he'd moan, because two seconds into his lips being pressed against mine, he moans and moves his lips, now opening his mouth and gently nipping my bottom lip. I couldn't help but take both my hands and wrap them around the back of his neck, letting my fingers tangle in his hair. And again, he moans, now pulling my body entirely closer to him. As much as I wanted to keep this kiss going, I couldn't breath. So, slowly, I pulled away.
"You okay?" Ross asks, breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against mine. My own breathing was heavy, and I wasn't quite sure if I could entirely speak right.
"Yeah." I breathe out. For a few more seconds, I keep my eyes closed and focus on breathing. "Is there anyway we can continue this without my body twisting in half?" I ask his quietly. Ross chuckles quietly and I take that as my chance to open my eyes and pull away from his face. He doesn't say anything as he sits up against the back of the couch, patting in between his legs.
"Sit your ass right here." Raising my eyebrows at him, I waste no time scooting over towards him. He grabs my calves and rushes me, pretty much forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, and firmly planting his hands on my waist. Our foreheads touch and I don't miss the grin on Ross' face as he gently kisses my lips for a millisecond before pulling away, keeping his forehead against mine. "My hands can roam, right?" He asks me.
"Yes." I whisper, right before pressing an opened mouth kiss on him. Again, he moans, now pulling my lower body closer as he continues to kiss me. I could really feel his hands beginning to roam up and down the sides of my body, lifting the material of my shirt up enough to where part of his skin makes contact with my own, sending goosebumps everywhere. Ross nips at my bottom lip again, only to dart his tongue into my mouth not even a second later, causing my body to start to throb for more of his touch.
One of my hands leave his hair as our tongues begin to wrestle, a moan now escaping me. That only causes Ross to, if possible, pull me closer. The hand that left his hair now firmly stays on his shoulder, loving the skin to skin contact. I couldn't get enough of this guy, no matter what. He was like a drug right now, and I never wanted to stop. But, oxygen is needed, and Ross ended up pulling away.
"Fuck, Laura." He mumbles, leaning his head back and nearly slamming it into the wall. "I'm so drunk off your kisses that that didn't even hurt. I didn't even feel it, I just heard it." He tells me. A quiet laugh escapes me as I gently cup the side of his face, rubbing my thumb below his eye as he pulls his head up. His eyes were boring into mine, the smallest of smiles on his face. "I could kiss you all day and all night, not even kidding you, bean."
"I'm taking it as I'm a good kisser then?" I ask him, teasing him the slightest.
"Best of the best." He replies without hesitation. I didn't know if he meant to do his next move on purpose, or if his hand just slipped, but he tugged on my shirt quite hard and it went a little lower than it was before, revealing almost all of my bralette at the bottom of the low cut neck. I watch his his eyes lower a bit south of my eyes, and continue to watch his face as he bites his lower lip.
"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" I ask him. Ross' eyes snap up to mine. It's moments like these that I'm glad my close up vision isn't shit yet, because I didn't miss the worry in his eyes.
"Do you want to take your shirt off? Because if you don't feel comfortable doing that, then don't do it. I'll stop looking." He tells me, his voice quiet.
"I'm wearing a bralette that covers everything, Ross. I'm totally fine with the removal of my shirt." I honestly tell him. Ross' eyes drift back down to my somewhat exposed chest, he then licks his lips, and his eyes suddenly find mine again.
"Have you ever been kissed down the neck before?" He asks me. Before I could reply, Ross smirks and grabs the bottom of my shirt in his fingers. He knew the answer to the question he asked, and he suddenly lifts my shirt up, swiftly taking it off and tossing it beside us. "Don't worry, tomorrow morning you can say you have." A quiet squeal escapes my mouth as Ross leans into me, using so much of his weight that I actually fall onto my back, my legs still firmly wrapped around him as he hovers above me, his breath fanning across his lips. Ross leans in to kiss me, but only for a mere second because his lips leave mine and come in contact with my jawline. He only plants a few kisses there and pulls away, causing me to open my eyes and see him staring at me. "Be my girlfriend, please. I know this is a super shitty way of asking you, but I love you and right now is like... a dream and I need... please be my girlfriend."
"Yes, yes, of course, Ross. Yes." He smiles at me before lowering his head and his lips coming in contact with my neck. "I love you." I breathe out, a hand tangling in the back of his hair as he trails kisses up and down my neck.
This boy will be the death of me.
• this chapter is a bit short compared to the other ones, but it's because it's literally the third chapter of the same day, and it's getting really long, in my opinion at least. next chapter will either be wisconsin or band rehearsals before they leave for tour! don't forget to vote, comment something sweet, and follow me! love you babes💜 •
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