Kiss it Better III
After a moment's hesitation, I decline the invitation after glancing between him and his extended arm.
As he wraps his arms around me and allows me to bury my face in his chest, I tentatively crawl into his lap and inhale his intoxicating yet calming scent.
He doesn't push me away, but I can tell it takes him by surprise. He just slowly moves in front of me before almost hesitantly wrapping his arm around me.
He moves his hand to the back of my head and begins to erroneously smooth my hair. "There is nothing to be ashamed of in you. My sole concern is ensuring the recognition of your talent".
As I sniffle and slightly lift my head to look up at him, he murmurs in my ear. "I am not dumb."
As I look up at him, my insecurity is practically on display for him to dissect and manipulate, I say with firmness as angry tears escape my eyes.
"Dumb?" He brows at me and raises his hand to wipe my tears. "Would someone who is dumb be able to learn any instrument in one sitting?" I glance down as I slowly lean into his touch.
"Would someone who is dumb be able to impress world-class musicians?" He pushes me even further and raises my chin by gripping it.
"Huh?"
I slowly shake my head as he hums. "Words," he says briefly as his eyes flicker down to my lips.
He murmurs barely audible. "No." I speak slowly. "Can you complete those tasks?" I nod. But then I recall his desire for the words "Yes, I can." I mumble softly while nervously biting my lip.
"Your response follows next." He takes a breath, and when I look up, I see him focus on my lips before his eyes move toward mine.
"Camila, you are not stupid. Don't act that way". He orders with firmness.
My heart starts to race as he looks at me, and the warmth in his eyes as he looks at me doesn't help.
"O-okay."
He doesn't believe I'm stupid. As I focus on his perfectly plump lips, I wrap my arms around his neck without thinking. So welcoming.
But I lacked courage. At least not yet.
Therefore, I accept moving forward and giving him a series of kisses on the cheek. "I'm grateful, Alejandro." Before trailing kisses up to his ear, "I feel better already," I move to peck his cheekbone.
My voice softens as I exhale into his ear and whisper. Before anything else, I pull away to give him a small, innocent smile as he freezes.
I play it off innocently, though he is still tense and looking up at me. I squint, "What? Is there something I did wrong?" He blinks a few times and shakes his head to himself as he clears his throat.
"No, you're just kissing me a lot," He replied. My face takes on a serious expression as my mask falls off.
Would you like me to stop?" "No." "It's strange that's all," he says almost immediately before clearing his throat and squared his large shoulders.
As the possibility of overstepping my boundaries fades, I feel a sense of relief. I smile lightly as I roll my eyes at him. "I'm just expressing my gratitude, old man," I said.
He loosens up a little, but his eyes narrow toward me.
"You kiss everyone to show your appreciation?" "No." As I wrap my arms around his neck and smile, I say,
"Only the ones I like."
He simply frowns, his face looking all serious, and he does not laugh at my flirtatious tone.
"You shouldn't be kissing everyone you like," he said. Only you intrigue me. But I don't say that; rather, I ask, "Why?" with a head tilt.
I clench my bottom lip into a bite. "Is it a problem for you?" "Yes." "They could get the wrong idea," he says as he looks off to the side with a serious expression on his face and a clenched jaw.
My stomach explodes with butterflies at the way he seems to care so much. It boosts my self-assurance for the future.
I move forward and ghost my lips over his, "What if I told you?" I graze my lips over his and say, "That I go around doing this." to all of you." With that, I land a gentle kiss on his lips.
Even though I quickly turn away to look up at him, I will always remember how soft his lips are. despite the fact that his irate face is now visible.
"You ought not to be." His firm tone has butterflies emitting in my stomach. "It's not funny," I exclaim happily with a light chuckle. "You cannot go around doing that to just anyone-" he yells in anger.
"May I impose it on you?" Innocently blinking at him, I ask. "I'm not bothered." He brushes it off and gives a big exhale while lightly shaking his head.
"You can't do it to anyone else; they'll get the wrong idea," says the author. I have no clue about why or who he's so stressed over yet I don't say anything negative nor do I question it any further.
"Camila, do you understand?"
I am jolted out of my thoughts by his firm tone. "Yes." As I move forward with a smile and engage in yet another peck, I rub my lips against his.
"All I can do is kiss you." Before cutting off, he says, "Yes- Cazzo," sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I believe I'm misinterpreting this and giving you the wrong impression-" "No. I clearly understood." I cut him off, biting my lower lip and giving him that look of indifference.
"Except for Alejandro, don't kiss anyone to show your appreciation." He pauses for a long time with his lips pursed, staring at me contemplatively, as if that were not what he meant, but in fact it was, until he finally speaks, breaking my heart in the process.
"The only thing I'm saying is that I won't take it wrong," wrong route. I get what he's saying.
Something that wasn't platonic, perhaps romantic, was wrong. My stomach hurts. "Right." "I guess, I won't take it the wrong way either," I falter in my smile.
The bitter note is forced out of my tone by me. "Bene." He gives a nod before removing my hands from around his neck by reaching back.
"I have to leave, but Marco will help you with your homework," He said.
My smile gradually fades. "It will make you feel more at ease than hiring a new employee, is that right?" He asks with a brow raised, looking at my face for any signs of doubt. I hesitate as I say, "I guess..."
Before settling his hands on my hips and slowly lowering me until I'm standing in front of him, he gets off my bed and takes me with him. "You'll benefit from this, Principessa." He means that.
I nod, even though I don't look very convinced. "I suppose I can try it." "I appreciate you trying" he said with a lopsided smile from his lips.
Then, in a peck, he dipped his head and brushed his lips against mine.
I freeze as the air leaves my lungs, but as soon as his lips touch mine, he starts to leave my room and disappears along with him.
My lips are still burning from the sensation of his soft lips against mine, so I bring my fingers up to them.
Even if it only lasted a split second, the sensation still sends butterflies racing through my body and causes my heart to beat erratically.
His words, however, sink in before they can. "I value your effort." an expression of gratitude.
What have I just gotten myself into? I want to touch his lips, but not innocently.
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