𝐑𝗼𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐛𝗼𝐚 <3 {𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂}

16

Annies pov:

"So I'm your girlfriend huh?" I said grinning from ear to ear as we took a walk towards a diner for some lunch.

"Well aren't ya? I thought that might explain our make out wouldn't it?". I couldn't help but blush at his cocky answer. I tried to cover my blushing and flustered reaction by turning my head to the side. "Well, you're my first one so you better do a good job".

I instantly regretted my words as the silence lingered. He's probably embarrassed that he's dating such an inexperienced girl like me. Thinking about it now, I don't understand why I never dated in high school or did anything intimate with someone in my teens, it's not like it's been so long ago since that I had the chance, I'm only 19. But friends tried to convince me to fit into the crowd but I guess I just didn't want to date the immature boys we had in our class and school that didn't really want to ask me out anyway.

I guess I wanted what you would call a "man". That's willing to nurture and provide. It's something that I missed in my life so it's probably not that surprising that's what I'm into. I guess that explains why I had that crush on the substitute teacher in history. He was the closest thing to something nurturing. His acts were innocent but looking back on it, he probably knew my infatuation with him from how obvious I was. My friends thought it was weird and I kind of agreed so I stopped but I guess I just wanted something they couldn't understand. all these thoughts and insecurities started rising out of the blue.

He's probably been with other people before. Will he think less of me because I haven't had the same experiences? Will he be patient and understanding, or will he expect me to catch up to his level? I feel insecure knowing he's probably been with other people before me. Will he think I'm too inexperienced or naive because of it?

I slowly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and he slowed down his big steps and managed to stop shortly after I did. I looked at him, somewhat ready for disappointment, and spoke hushly, staring at his eyes.

"Would you leave me if you found out I've never been in a relationship... never had experience?" I looked at him with insecurity in my eyes. Without looking at myself in the mirror I can tell that's how I am perceived.

His eyes turned from anxious to soft a minute after I finished my sentence. It wasn't too obvious, it was just a subtle glint in his eyes.

"...No, of course not love, it's not like I had too much experience other than a couple of people ya know, I don't know whatcha thought of me as." he chuckled as he put his hand and patted my head. "But to answer your question, no, I wouldn't leave ya bunny, I don't do abandonment."

I just reached my hands up his chest till they intertwined around his neck, I slightly hopped, lifting both of my legs as I snuggled my face into his neck that had a musky yet fresh smell of cologne and as I did, his hands found themselves around my waist, keeping me up barely in the air.
The feel of his rough fingers sliding over the ripples of the fabric of my dress, just a thin material between his hand and my skin. It was romantic.

I pulled away from his neck, and looked up at him, he slowly leaned in and gave me a soft peck. So soft, so innocent, so loving? Maybe it's too early to say... but just as he lightly pulled away, before I lost the contact of his hot lips I leaned back into it cutting him off guard as his eyebrows frowned but slowly softened at my lips moving against his. My eyes closed, and I could just feel, I didn't have to see to feel, or hear, I could just feel it in my soul how good his hair felt between my fingers and his slight moaning syncing with my slightly quieter ones.

I pulled away and looked at his eyes before looking around us. I completely forgot we were in the middle of the sidewalk, right in front of the diner we were going to go into in a couple of seconds, with a horrified waiter, looking through the big window with a reasonably disgusted expression at our hot kiss.

"You sure are a good kisser," he whispered in my ear and I couldn't help but whimper.