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I spent the whole night flirting.
Well, flirting is a loose term for it. Being a mouthy tease is more like the reality. I know that They like me, They've been flirting with me nonstop since we first met over a week ago. I want Him to like me too. The issue, though, lies in the fact that I hardly know Him. He showed up with Them at the restaurant earlier and I've hardly exchanged texts with Him prior. It's moreso mutual social anxiety than a lack of wish to talk, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't know how to talk to Him.
We've been sat here, Them acting as a social mediator for Him and I, for well over an hour now. I flirt like I typically do with Them– handsy and sarcastic– but He seems to dislike it.
And now it's getting time for Him to depart. I don't want Him to, He doesn't want to, but He has work tomorrow and can't exactly miss it.
We follow Him out to his car. He and They kiss. Three times. I hang on the sidelines, quiet, because what else can you do when a couple is saying goodbye?
I hold my tongue.
And then, They get fed up. They drag me away from the support pillar I was leaning against and stand me right in front of Him.
They fuss at Him for a second, telling Him that I'm not going to steal them, that I was staking no claim.
I wasn't.
I didn't know that was what He thought.
He looks me in the eye for the first time since we met. I tell Him the same thing.
I won't steal Them. I won't step on any toes, at least not intentionally. I pinky promise.
He takes pinky promises very seriously, I learn.
He locks pinkies with me and we stare at each other. His face is carefully neutral, but I can feel the intensity in His stare.
They are His, I know this.
And if He plays it right, I might be too.
The moment stretches.
I try to keep myself in check, but I can't help but return the stare through my eyelashes.
The tension snaps and He pushes me back. Walks me back until my back is once again pressed to the pillar I was hiding against.
He kisses me.
He kisses me.
I can't help but fist my free hand in his hair. The other one locked between Him and I, pinkies still entwined.
He kisses me.
I kiss Him.
They are cheering from their spot by His car, the door still ajar from when He first tried to leave.
He kisses me until the need for air becomes apparent, and when He pulls away, it's just barely.
He breathes against my face and His eyes are blue.
He tips my chin up and places a softer, quicker kiss on my lips.
He pulls away.
He kisses Them.
And then He is gone.