"Are you sure you want to kiss me covered in frosting?" I asked.
"I want to kiss you because you are covered in icing." He smirked and leaned over to kiss my cheek, his lips came away sticky and sweet.
All of a sudden music started to play from the CD player. It blared old scratchy songs as if it was one of those record players we learn about in school and we jumped apart as if we had been caught by the school principle. I recognized the piece it was playing. I had only heard it once, but the trumpet was so distinct; it was Louis Armstrong. He had been one of the only artists who had survived the war… how did Tobias get hold of it?
He was bright red. "No no no nonononon it's not supposed to start yet!" He jumped up and walked over to the half-hidden CD player and kicked it. "You're not supposed to start yet you stupid ancient piece of shit."
I giggled. "You had it set to start at a certain time?"
He wouldn't look at me.
"Tobias, that's so cute!" I exclaimed. I jumped up and walked over to him. His eyes were on the ground, staring at my feet.
I placed two fingers under his chin and guided his eyes to mine. I was so much shorter than him, even in my high-heel boots, that I didn't have to bring them up very far. "And what," I asked, "did you have in mind?"
He bit his lip. It just made me want to kiss him.
"I thought, maybe we could…" he trailed off.
"Maybe what?" His eyes skirted mine.
"Dance?" He looked at me through hooded eyes; his eyelashes brushed his brow bone.
I slipped my arms around his neck. "Okay."
He looked momentarily shocked, but recovered and placed his hands on my waist. I felt so small in his arms. He was tentative and shy, keeping his hands light and in safe places. I wanted to laugh. After all we had been through, all we had done, and he was shy now?
"Tobias," I whispered, my hear against his chest as we swayed to the soft music.
"Umm?"
"You don't have to be shy."
He tensed, and I burrowed deeper into his arms. It was freezing out now, and my thin jacket wasn't doing much to keep me warm. Tobias, on the bright side, was a walking human furnace and had enough heat for the both of us.
I felt him relax and his warm breath tickled my neck. He slowly slipped his arms around my waist pulling me closer and closer. I could feel the hard muscles under his shirt flexing as he moved and the frosting making his clothes stiff and crunchy under my fingers.
"Tobias," I whispered again.
He tightened his hold on me in response.
"You're crushing my foot."
He jumped away. "I'm so sorry. Oh God. I um, shit."
"It's okay," I laughed.
"Oh God. Shit." He was pacing around now, mumbling curses under his breath.
"Tobias, it's really not that big of a deal," I couldn't help the smile that was spreading across my face. He was so cute.
He stopped pacing and walked up to me. Taking my hand in his, he held my gaze. The intensity in his eyes shocked me. It made me insides want to melt and my toes curl in my boots. Kiss me, I thought.
He tucked me on the chin, bringing my eyes to his. Pressing his forehead to mine, he leaned in close. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks. His lips moved against mine as he spoke. "I wanted to make this night perfect, and I'm not doing a very good job."
Every though fled my mind and I closed my eyes momentarily. Heat was coursing through my veins. The desire to press my lips to his was overwhelming. I wanted nothing more than to feel his muscles underneath my fingers, my hands in his hair.
"It has been." I smiled against his lips.
"Really?" His big eyes light up. The hard angles of his face softened and he looked at me with fierce hope.
I kissed him hard in response. It shocked him for a second, he went stiff, but he moaned deep in his throat, and pressed me against his chest. I felt his resolve to make this night perfect break and with it the awkwardness left.
"Let's go home, Tris," he whispered.
Nerves tangled in my stomach.
"Okay."
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