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He smiles as he kisses her, and it’s sort of stupid to be all shades of burning up over a friend who isn’t really one, because everybody knows and nobody is telling them to their hearts.
Her mouth tastes like forever.
Like.
Well.
Yeah.
“What the hell does forever taste like?” Pauly will ask him later over breakfast, and it will be kind of a terrifying moment because he won’t have the right words. Vinny doesn’t want to say he doesn’t know though, so forever just tastes like a warm cup of coffee. “You can find coffee breath anywhere if you’d stay the night,” his best friend will then say and maybe it’s true, but it’s not like he would test that theory out when they are still being paid to be on TV for as long as their faces are filmed for most of the day.
He doesn’t really want to test it out, he’ll say, with a chuckle, and maybe Pauly will think he’s just an aloof freak like Ron. But Ron is not really that aloof with his canines sinking into Sam’s skin and breaking her heart all at once, just cause.
Vinny looks at her in his bed and, well.
He does not wish to be Ron.
“What’s on your mind?” Nicole says when the sun shines through and her voice is still sleepy, but he wants to seal her lips with his already so all these syllables will be swallowed, just his to keep. Vinny can’t remember if he had ever liked coffee before this. He can’t get the image of waking up every morning with her on the porch, a lifetime spent with celebrations now blurring behind them.
But it’s just the first kiss and he doesn’t want to scare her off right now, not when her eyes are round and he can feel them growing lighter with questions in the gaps. Telling a girl that she tastes like forever is the worst best way to handle a relationship. Nobody falls in love at the shore anyway.
“S’nothing,” he replies, with his arm behind her head.
He wants to kiss Nicole again. He wants to savour forever.