Their first kiss.
723 Words
5
I’m up again by 5am using the hotel gym. My Air pods are plugged in, blocking me out from the chaos of the real world.
Music.
The only thing that keeps me afloat, sane, and calm in this loud, chaotic world. I guess that’s why I went into music production in the first place.
The dream was to create music that feels like a massage to your ears. That makes your body relax voluntarily or involuntarily whether you wish it or not.
I mean that’s still the dream but I didn’t know it would seem so…… unattainable.
A movement by my side catches my eye and I turn to find someone stepping out of the shadows.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone would be down here.” Cole says.
Christian Cole.
My boyfriend. Fake.
He’s dressed in his gym fit.
I mean, obviously. It is a gym after all not a meeting.
“No issue. The gym is accessible for everyone and anyone after all.” I grunt out.
Gyming is my way of letting out steam. Music is…… music is an escape from the chaos.
They’re two different things.
I turn to face him fully and I’m enthralled by what I see.
While I’m on the bulky side, Cole is on the leaner side but that doesn’t stop him from being ripped.
He looks like he was carved out from marble for gods sake.
Veins run through his arms like quiet rivers beneath his skin and I find myself resisting the urge to march over to him and trace it with my fingers.
His abs or stomach, I don’t f*****g know because all I see are muscles, rise and fall with every intake of breath, steady and unbothered like they’ve learnt the art of holding strength without needing to do much.
The V-shaped line that leads to his……
God the man is s*x on legs and he knows it from the way the corner of his lips tilts up and the smugness in his eyes.
“Like what you see, babe?” he says.
I resist the urge to punch the stupid smirk off his face.
“I’ve seen better.” I say and turn my back to him not bothering to wait for a reply.
You would expect us to act cozy in private also but that’s not the case. Far from it.
We have a fan meeting at the hotel today. Max suggested it and made arrangements for it.
“Ready for today?” Cole asks me.
“Yup. I’m heading up to clean up, you should do the same too.” I nod at him.
Few hours later, me and Cole are downstairs at the fan meeting. The place is packed.
Fans asking questions, some taking pictures, some asking us to sign something.
“Jeffrey and Cole!,” a voice rings out, “give us a kiss!”
What?
I whirl around to find the person that said that but the places is packed and soon after, fans start cheering for us to kiss.
I glance at Cole and find him staring at me already.
“You okay with this?” I ask him.
“I mean it’s what we signed up for, right?” he shrugs.
I lean closer into him, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes focused on my lips.
His breaths get heavier and his pupils dilate.
I brush my lips over his, placing barely there kisses, once, twice.
“Let’s get this over w—” I silence him by slamming my lips to his.
He whimpers.
I take that as an invitation to continue and slide my tongue into his mouth demanding entrance, he opens up.
His hand snakes up to grab my jacket and he pulls me closer. I put my hand in his hair, raising his head higher and biting his bottom lip.
The kiss is electrifying, lighting up my whole body. He kisses me back with the same ferocity.
Our lips dance with each other to a rhythm only we both can hear.
The cheers of our fans has me crashing back into reality and I pull away from him.
His lips look swollen and his pupils are still dilated.
We get through the rest of the day with only one thing on my mind.
Our kiss.
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