Callie's POV
I want to kiss her. I need to kiss her. I turn around, look at
her. She's still invested in the movie when she realises I am looking at her. She turns her head, a blonde lock swings along and moves from the back of her shoulder to the front. She looks me in the eyes. I drown in hers. Like, literally drown. Breathing is harder and I lose my ability to focus. I even forget that I was about to kiss her. I wish we could sit here, like this, forever. Nothing exists but her. But me. But us. A slight smile appears on her face.
"What?" She asks, giggling. I gasp. I was staring. I got lost. Oh God, I'm such a creep.
"I just..." I start. I don't know what to say. What should I say? I get nervous. Maybe I shouldn't say anything at all. And so I kiss her. It's a good kiss, though I can feel she's a little confused. She pulls away.
"Are you okay?" She asks. I nod.
"Yes," I say, "You're just... Breathtaking sometimes."
We kiss.
30 minutes later, still Callie's POV
Her head is on my shoulder. I have been trying to watch the movie but I haven't heard a word as I have been focusing on whether she's comfortable. And on whether we are a thing or not. I play with her hair. Fold it over, turn it around and let it slip through my fingers like sand.
"Arizona?" I ask.
"Uh-huh?"
"Is this something? I mean, are we something? Does this mean we are like, together? Or was this just a date? Are we something yet?"
"Hmm. Nope. No, we are not." She lifts her head from my shoulder and sits straight up next to me, looking at me. "Not before I ask you out." She stands up to get us a drink. I stay seated.
"What?" I say, a little surprised with the answer to my seemingly rhetorical question. "Wait... What? We aren't? And why do you have to ask me out? Why not the other way around? I could ask you out. I appear to be great at planning dates. They're fun. Always. Well, most of the time, but that time it wasn't my fault it got a little awkward..." I am stammering and my words come out with so little conviction that I have started to feel overwhelmed. Even a little submissive, maybe.
"Oh, I bet. Though I am the best at that kind of thing. Like, planning fun parties, exciting birthdays... Sexy dates." She lifts her eyebrows at me, then walks over. Slowly, sexy and seducing. She kneels in front of me. "Besides, we haven't gone on a real date at all. There's been sex, kissing, and a bad movie, but not a real date. There has to be a first date."
"So... Are you? Going to ask me out?"
She smiles.
"Hmm. Maybe."
"Maybe? My God, you tease. Kiss me and ask me already." I think. But I don't say it. I can't say anything because she makes me speechless. Takes my breath away. And she has been doing so for the past weeks, even when she isn't with me. Sleepless nights and dreams during the days. She's been mine in my mind for a while already, but her teasing makes me think I might be a little too excited a little too soon.
Instead of saying anything I smile. She smiles back and reaches for my cheek with her hand. Her fingers touch my face. Her hands are warm and soft, strong yet gentle. Her fingers slide to the back of my neck, where they hold on to my hair. She slightly pulls my head in for a kiss. Her lips barely touch mine, but it's as if she tells an endless story consisting only of the word "love". Though she doesn't actually say anything. She stands up, quickly texts someone and sits down next to me again. Her head eventually ends up on my shoulder again and I kiss her hair.
Arizona POV
She smells nice. She feels nice. She kisses nice. She talks nice. My God, I am in love like never before. Even though she giggles and stammers more than me, I quite possibly have more nerves than her. I guess I am just a little better at hiding them, except for the part where I start to talk faster and more. But she doesn't know me well enough yet to notice something different about me. Her arm rests on my upper back and shoulder and her fingers play with my sleeves that end just below my elbow. Every now and then she strokes my skin, but always moves back to my shirt when she seems to realise that she is touching me. Her other hand is on her lap. I reach for it, fold her hands into mine and play with her fingers. It's as if because I show her I like to touch her, she now feels comfortable touching me too and she strokes my elbow and arm. Gently. She can be very gently.
"Do you like flowers?" I ask.
"Uh, sure. I guess. Why?"
"No particular reason. I just... I thought you might like flowers."
The doorbell rings. Finally, they're here. I stand up, walk over to the door and sneak out, hoping Callie doesn't see anything. I ordered a bouquet to ask her out, but if she had seen the delivery guy with the stupid ass hat holding it before me, it would have kind of ruined it.
"Where are you going?" I hear her ask. "Arizona? What are you doing." Then she's quiet. I pay the guy and take the flowers. They're beautiful. Red, very romantic. And a little bit of white and purple, too. I look into the screen of my phone to check if my hair's okay. The nerves really start to conquer all other thoughts I am currently having, even though I am almost certain she will say yes. But that's the thing: I am ALMOST certain. She could still say no. Maybe I played this game for too long, maybe she's tired of me already.
There's no time to think like that, though. All I have to do now is go in there and make it official. Ask her out, she'll say yes and we'll kiss and be happy and it will all be good. Oh God, the nerves are coming back again. Before I get overwhelmed by them, I step into the room again with the flowers held up in front of me.
"So," I start, "You like flowers?"
Callie smiles. It's that beautiful, breathtaking smile. A large smile, that charms her entire body and mind. It's impossible not to smile when you see it. So I do. I smile, I even giggle. "Well, that sounded dumb" I think to myself. I get myself together and take a few steps in her direction.
"I, uh, had these delivered for you. Because you're beautiful. And funny. And sweet. And... very sexy. And I love the way you hold me. And I want that to be mine. I want you to be mine, Calliope. I would love for you to go on a date with me and we will go anywhere you want us to."
She's still smiling, saying nothing. My words don't come out as well as I had planned. Actually, they don't come out as I had planned at all. Right now I am just saying everything that comes directly to mind because whatever lines I had thought of in the past hour seems to have disappeared.
"So... Please say yes? Or something. Anything." She's still quiet. Speechless, maybe. "Just say something, I would really love for you to react?"
She walks over and kisses me. It seems to last forever, but not in a dreading way. It's like everything we've always known to have existed is gone. My body feels numbed except for my lips. I don't feel like I am doing anything, it's really just her kissing me. Very, very passionately. Then she pulls away. There's always that little kiss she gives, after a long one, which makes you want more. She looks up to the roof, as if doubtful.
"Hmm" she murmurs. Then she looks at me and says "Yes".
And so I kiss her back.
