He kissed me.
My first kiss, and it's on a bus, surrounded by people, while being on the run from the Pack. It was a nice kiss, short, sweet and too the point.
My cheeks heated up, but to be fair, so did his.
He kissed me. Finally.
I was grinning at him like an idiot. For his part, he was just staring at me, almost, but not quite smiling.
I couldn't think of anything to say to him, which was unusual. I always knew what so say to him, even if it was to tell him to leave me alone. Not that I wanted him to do that right now. No, that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted him to kiss me again.
My face heated up even more, which I though was impossible. I wondered if he could tell in the dark, but then remembered one of the drawbacks to being in love with a werewolf is that he could see in the dark.
Although, that led to exciting possibilities for later on…
I was getting ahead of myself, and he was starting to get that panicky look on his face that meant he was sure he had made a mistake.
So I pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him. This wasn't like his five-second-peck-on-the-lips. I really kissed him. There was tongue involved, and by the time we broke apart, we were both gasping for breath and -I'm very pleased to say- I wasn't the only one with a flushed face.
He leaned his forehead against mine, our eyes locked together.
"Chloe, I love you," he whispered. My already pounding heart skipped a beat. Once again, I was struck speechless, until I noticed that he was still waiting for me to answer him. The smile started to slide from his face as I sat there; unable to utter a single syllable, because I didn't want the first time I told him how I felt to be stuttered.
Taking a deep breath first, I smiled and said, "I love you too, Derek."
He sighed, presumably from relief. Then slowly, the almost-smile became a real one, one of those rare grins that always had the same heart-melting, stomach-twisting effect on me. He leaded in for another kiss-
-and Liz's voice made me jump, almost hitting Derek's head with mine.
"Aww! That is so sweet! You two make such a cute couple!" Liz popped her head over the back of the empty seat in front of us. I glared at her, and Derek looked at me, confusion etched on his face. I mouthed "Liz" to him the turned back to her, but making sure Derek's body blocked me from most of the people, so if anyone heard me talking they'd assume I was just talking to Derek. See? I was learning.
"So… Is he a good kisser?" she asked me, grinning.
My face heated up, and I swear, if it got any redder, we could use it as a lamp. Derek must have guessed what had asked me, because when I glanced at him, he has suddenly found something fascinating to look at out the window across the aisle.
"Um, he's sitting right there." I muttered, looking at the floor.
"I can see that, you know. You are no fun, sometimes. Well, anyways, I came here to make sure you guys got on all right, and to tell you that I'll be out of contact for a few hours. But I should be back before you guys get to wherever you're going. Where are you going?"
I told her about Vermont, and our hopes to get a small cabin. Her brows shot up and she started making suggestive remarks about what I could do in the cabin with Derek. Blushing furiously, I told her goodbye and closed my eyes until her laughter faded away. My face was in my hands and I couldn't stop laughing. Some of those suggestions were very inventive, and I just couldn't imagine Derek of all people trying them. Actually, I was imagining it. That was the problem.
"Chloe, is everything ok? What did she say?" he whispered so no one could hear him but me. His breath was warm against my cheeks and I instinctively leaned my body in to his.
"Oh, just checking on us, making sure we got on ok. She wanted to know where we were staying,"
"What did she ask you about me?" His face betrayed nothing. Why would it? He couldn't hear what she was saying.
Although he could probably have guessed from my reaction.
"Nothing. She was just being… Liz. How soon before we have to switch busses?" I asked him, changing the subject.
"About two hours, then we switch and ride for another three. Not too bad, all things considered. Why don't you use me as a pillow again, and go to sleep? We can talk later." He lifted his arm, and I tucked my body in under it, resting my head on his shoulder.
"It's not uncomfortable, is it?"
He laughed off my concerns, and told me to sleep. Before I knew it, my eyes started to droop. He kissed me on the forehead once, and soon after I fell asleep, breathing in the scent of him.
