nicho's chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, his face turned toward you as he sleeps. the warm glow of the bedside lamp casts small shadows over his perfect features -long lashes brushing against his cheeks, lips slightly parted, and hair falling messily across his forehead.
you'd been sitting there for the past twenty minutes, just staring. you try to convince yourself to let it go, to not be weird about it. but your fingers are fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie, and your thoughts keep circling back to the same thing.
β "just one kiss," you whisper under your breath, voice barely audible. it's not like he'd know. he's asleep, and he probably wouldn't even wake up. besides, you've wanted to kiss him for ages, ever since you first met him 10 years ago.
you get up from your spot and inch closer. your knees feel weak when you stop right in front of him. finally, finally, you let your lips brush against his, a featherlight kiss that lasts less than a second.
you freeze, eyes darting to his face, but he doesn't move. you glance at him, ready to exhale in relief-
but his eyes are open.
you freeze, wide-eyed, as he blinks at you. his voice is low and a little raspy, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "one more, please, pretty girl."
β "what-i thought you were asleep!" you finally manage to say.
β "i was," he murmurs, voice raspy but amused. "but someone decided to steal a kiss from me. didn't think i'd notice?"
your face feels like it's on fire. "i wasn't stealing-"
he cuts you off by leaning closer, his hand gently cupping your jaw. β "then give me another one, and we'll call it even."
you freeze, completely helpless under his gaze, but he doesn't wait for an answer. his lips meet yours again. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
you shove his chest lightly, face burning. "stop teasing me."
β "can't help it," he grins, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you're too cute when you're flustered."
before you can retaliate, he leans in again, capturing your lips in another soft kiss, his hands trailing to your waist. you lose track of how long you stay like that, kissing each other.
β "was that so hard, pretty girl?" he whispers, his smile sleepy but utterly disarming.