first kiss

"Can I kiss you?" The words jolted Olivia awake from her dream, the tone of Matthew's voice sounding too real for her to handle. Without her glasses, she couldn't see much of anything, but she still rolled over in her bed, arm draped across her waist, and squinted hard at the digital clock on her nightstand. She made out a twelve then probably a twenty-seven. Still midnight.

"Ugh..." Groaning, she sat up in her bed, feet tangled into the cool sheets. She ran a hand through the kinks in her hair then rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She had classes in the morning that she needed to focus on. But she couldn't bring herself to sleep. The memories of the day before worked its way through the crevices of her until she caught herself blushing. "Ugh."

For one thing, Matthew is disgusting and she hates him. She's hated him ever since they met in middle school. And he's a total womanizer. But, back then, with his hand cupping her face and thumb wiping the tears from her eyes... "Can I kiss you?" Olivia brought a hand to her lips, tongue darting out and wetting the chapped layers.

"God, you're such an idiot," she whispered, a smile tugging it's way at her cheeks.

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