Kiss On The Cheek
She, Leah Clearwater, was flustered.
In an overwhelmingly spontaneous burst of energy and emotion, she had unconsciously flung herself into his arms, astonished him and herself with her willingness, with her instinctive actions, which prompted her to lean forward, steady his trembling shoulders with her steady hands, and peck his cheek with her lips.
She was flustered.
Afterward, she had merely observed him as his cheeks blossomed with color, as his lips broadened, as hope and merriment ignited in his irises. She had smiled before retracting and extracting herself from him—before digesting the severity of her actions. They could never become a couple; she was not mentally capable of being in a relationship. She could not—
"Darling, can you come down? We need to talk," Drakon verbalized. "Darling, hiding on the tops of trees is not going to resolve your problems. Just come down. We need to talk."
Huffing, with her heart hammering, with her breaths shortening, with trepidation coursing through her system, she descended and crossed her arms with her eyes narrowed.
"What did you want to talk about?" Leah inquired; her voice harsh and steely.
"Darling, we are friends. I understand that. You understand that. Everyone understands that. But what I don't understand is why you are acting like this," Drakon uttered; his tenor soft but steady.
"Acting like what?" Leah asked, growing frustrated.
"You're acting as if you committed a horrible crime, but you haven't. We are friends—nothing more, nothing less. And kissing me on the cheek is not going to do anything. It just strengths our friendship. I promise you that I will never take advantage of you or make up some insane thought that you are my girlfriend simply because you kiss me on the cheek," Drakon vocalized while disentangling her arms.
"I guess I did overact," Leah amended, "but if you ever break that promise, I will not hesitate to—"
"Chop me up into pieces," he finished before chuckling. "I know, darling. I know. Now, friends?"
"Friends," she confirmed.
"But you know, I really wouldn't mind it if you kissed me on the cheek more often," he mentioned before avoiding her playful swats.
"Oh, shut up," she added while grinning.