“I know I’m far from perfect. But I try. Just because I’m not good enough for the spot light like my sister… doesn’t mean I can’t make my mark on the world.”
Trina holds her head up high, eyes on Robbie. Fuck, he’s cute. Wow. Um.
“But yes. I appreciate the bolstering of my+
His grin is practically splitting at the admission, trying not to let ‘Trina Vega thinks I got hot’ go to his head, but he’s feeling pretty incorrigible right now.
He didn’t think he’d ever hear that statement unless she was going through some kind of psychotic episode.
And +
confidence, because it’s earning you lots and lots of brownie points, and much more importantly, points to earn yourself more kisses.”
Her hand slides down his chest, as she looks at him still from under her lashes. She wets her lips.
“Doesn’t that sound nice?” She’s teasing +
Her teeth, they catch her bottom lip before she continues.
“If it helps, I know I’m still somewhat similar to how I was in high school. So… I know I’m not great, and everyone thinks I’m crazy… but… I’d give you a chance.”
“Just because I know it, doesn’t mean you do. God, most people don’t see me the way I see me.”
She sighs, before she’s looking up into his eyes again.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for getting unready and not even giving you a chance. I acted too quickly, based on the you+
He can’t even refrain the surprised little sound in the back of his throat, offering her a knowing look.
“You know you’re beautiful, Trina. You say it all the time!”
The question takes him off guard, but it does make him sigh, a furrow to his brow.
“Of course I did, but +
I used to know. Not the you that you are now.”
She runs her finger over his chest, eyes looking at him almost flirtatiously under her eye lashes.
“You got… hot… you’re not carrying Rex around and being obnoxious anymore… I should’ve given you half a chance at least.” +
She arches an eyebrow, because that wasn’t the point to be made with the flirting. Not even slightly. The point is she doesn’t want anyone to even think…
You know what, not the point.
But then she gets called beautiful, and any negativity melts on the spot. Her hand slides +
"I wasn't ( actually ) flirting with the barista, for the record, she was flirting with me..."
But he also doesn't want to sully the moment. Not when she's looking at him with actual interest instead of the usual deference or disdain, or the strange way she'd been acting +
along his chest, as she looks down at her hand, fighting an uncharacteristically bashful smile.
“You think I’m beautiful? Really?”
Her soft voice, the question… it leave her mouth before she can even stop it.
“I swear, back then, I thought you had a thing for Cat. It kinda+
will ever be obvious to anyone but her.
“Let’s try it. What could it hurt? I mean, it’ll guarantee you don’t flirt with baristas and accept dates from anyone else. Giving you more time to focus on me. I’m in.”
She nods again, eyes on him. God, she wants to kiss him again. +
She looks at him for a long moment, almost zoning as it hits her something fierce but she can’t voice it. Not even a little bit.
‘God help me, I’m about to fall in love with Robbie Shapiro,’ and that thought within her head? It changed her in that moment. Not in a way that +
He’s still trying to reconcile that according to her, she just had a very passionate kiss with her ‘weird little brother,’ but he’s at least hopeful over the idea of him moving out of that category.
He’d felt that vibe a lot over the years. When they’d been in plays together, +
“No. No. You’re… you’re great really. And that’s the problem. Because now I can’t deny that I’m kind of sort of into you and can’t have you in that weird little brother category anymore… and it’s… it’s a lot to take in.”
She admits, not even intending to admit to it. It’s +
“It’s nice! It’s really… nice.”
His words peter off and he loses himself in another kiss, his eyes half-lidded and enamored by the time he’s registering her talk.
He can see the beginnings of a panic reaction from her and his brow furrows.
“Was I okay? Too much? Because +
not her style to be so quickly open and honest.
She almost feels bad about her reaction and words because why would she bring that up… why?
She closes her eyes, shaking her head, before she’s leaning her forehead against his neck and laughing at herself.
When she settles +
She can’t believe she’d let him kiss her just for him to turn around and say something so dopey and cute.
She shakes her head, fighting the oncoming smile.
“You are so lucky you’re weirdly cute Robbie because oh good god.”
She leans forward to brush her lips against his +
His muffled hmph is immediate, but any surprise melts into sweet, sweet joy when he’s reminded of why that kiss was so memorable to begin with.
It was her.
His hands instinctively reach for her waist, pulling her flush against him, kissing her in all the ways he wish he +
She rolls her eyes, dragging him close to her after dragging him in by his collar, and presses her lips to his to silence him and his doubts and fears.
She’s pleasantly surprised by the quick spread of warmth throughout her body, from where their lips touch, and she lets out a+
twitching across her face like he has some kind of an issue, determined to root out certainty.
His pulse thumps so loudly in his ears he feels like a teen again.
“To be clear… this isn’t some trick? No milk container hidden around a corner? You actually want me to kiss you?”
Trina. I’ve had a lot of stage kisses. A lot of them.
And I know I was a nerdy, hormonal teenage boy that you wouldn’t have been caught dead with back then.
But I’ve never forgotten when you kissed me, and I’ve never forgotten how it felt. You don’t forget a kiss like that.