(I got part two out in one day hehe. Art thou proud?? Also I had the WORST time writing this because I wrote it out on my notes app, hit DONE button, closed the app. Opened it and THE WHOLE KISS SCENE HAD DISSAPEARED!! I was so mad I didn’t write for like an hour. But then I did so. Hope you enjoy!!!!)

Thirty minutes later i have my foot propped up on a stool as we watch a tv show together. The last half hour has been really nice and I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen harder than I should be. Our shoulders are touching and you make a joke that ties into the profanities that have just been said on tv. I laugh and punch your shoulder,

“That’s so mean!” I gasp.

“What? But this show-you’re messing with me” he realizes as I laugh so hard I snort. Aaron shoves my shoulder but unfortunately it’s the bad one and I yelp.

“Crap. Sorry. Shoot. Are you okay?” His hands come up into the air not touching me. I exhale and smile “yeah. I’m good. Bad luck I suppose.”

“You sure? I really am sor—“

“Hey. Stop apologizing. It’s okay.” I pinch Aaron’s thigh. He cares so much and now I feel warm inside. My past relationships and dates have been jack crap, but I think…no I’m confident That if Aaron and I were together I’d be happier than ever.

“Okay okay. I’ll stop, sor-“ I slam my good hand over his mouth, glaring daggers at him.

“Aaron Taylor Kent. I said no more.”

I watch him break into a grin and I immediately think *oh no*. Suddenly he licks my hand. I yank it back.

“EWWWW! Aaron!!” I wipe off my hand on his shirt as he dies of laughter. “Not funny!” He snatches my hand away causing me to lean closer to his face. He smirks, I think it might’v3 been his plan…oh gosh…his eyes.

“It was very funny actually. Mmm?” His eyes glaze over mine, my lips, and mine again. Frickity frack he’s hot. My breaths are short and shallow.

“Celine?”

“…yes?”

“Can…I make a guess?”

I hadn’t even realized he’d asked a question for a moment. I just watched his eyes and was very aware of his movements. I nodded, when I registered what he’d said. His eyes glaze over mine, flick down to my lips, and back up to my eyes. My heart is so loud, I’m shocked if he can’t hear it. His right hand twirls my hair, his left still holds mine on the armrest. He leans in so close that we share a singular breath and then his lips find mine, softly, gently, asking if this was okay. I inhaled sharply before shutting my eyes and letting my lips mold to his. I lean in some more, feeling his hand, that was previously in my hair, gently holding my jaw tilting my face up slightly. He’s kissing me he’s kissing me he’s kissing me he’s kissing me he’s kissing me he’s kissing me he’s kissing me. And I’m kissing back. AAAAOMGGGGGG. I try to compose myself but I am feeling so much. Aaron, I assume realizes and pulls back. I frown.

“Just need a breath.” He says when I know he definitely doesn’t need one. Hes letting me have a breath. Ugh he’s so considerate.

“I guessed right then?” He asks with a smile. I nod.

“Yeah you did. took you long enough.” He lets out a laugh his hand on my face pulls me closer.

“Take two then.” And he kisses me again. I shift so that I’m nearly straddling him. He kisses so softly and gracefully, just like every movement and touch of his. I kiss him back with a little more passion. My shoulder still hurts but I ignore it as I put my arms around his neck, I scrunch up my eyebrows in pain but ignore it as I kiss him. I’m so happy uahhhhhghgg. And because Aaron somehow knows me so well he pulls back and lightly tugs on my arm that connects to my bad shoulder and I wince.

“Mmm made another accurate guess. You’re hurting.” Aaron’s hands, his fine hands, rest on my waist.

“It’s not that bad.” I try, but he js raises his eyebrow,

“We can hold off on this for just a bit til your shoulder feels better, Cece.” And I just roll my eyes.

“Noo. We finally kissed A-A Ron.” (Ay ay Ron) these nicknames were our inside jokes. He smiles, ugh. I’d let him set me on fire. Like really.

“Okay, but it can wait til you feel better. Your wellbeing is important to me.” He says as his thumb runs gently over my jaw.

“Fine.”

“That’s my girl.” Aaron presses a kiss to my jaw. My internal mouth drops to the floor and rolls over to the toaster and pops itself in. I groan. And blush. Gosh how am I gonna do thissss???

(Ideas for part three?)