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Even as it happened, as Michael closed the space between them, Mayaken still was in disbelief that it was happening. This was not a dream he was having or some elaborate fantasy in his head. He had dared asked for a kiss from the person of his affections, his desires, and they had said yes.
Mayakens free hand came up and cupped Michael’s cheek, holding him close. Wanting this moment to last for as long as it possibly could. Knowing that his confidence, his bravado, would wane soon, still unsure where the courage came from, but glad it had.
As their lips parted, he didn’t move from where he stood. Not wanting this to end. His forehead leaned against the others as his tongue licked his lips, savoring the taste, the feel of their kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He chuckled. “I would love to do it again. And not as a reward.”
"I think so~" Michael followed suit, leaning in close, lips just barely touching as he spoke. While Mayaken couldn't see it, he's certainly hear the grin in his voice. He was absolutely giddy.
He didn't have even a second of hesitation at the invitation. He pressed their lips together, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Michael was honestly a little surprised he was willing to come out of his shell this much. It had taken a while to get to this point and he thought it might have honestly taken longer. He was glad it didn't all the same.
People wrongfully assumed that Santiago was a playboy because of his singing. His onstage persona of the crooner. Songs he wrote about love had and lost. Of longing loves in the night. They were all things written from other perspectives. His ability to take the stories he heard from his siblings and friends and placing himself in their shoes to put their feelings into a song.
His inexperience at being a lady's man was on full display as Aubrey agreed to spend more time with him. Eyes wide, almost as wide as his smile, a glow to him at the prospect of spending more time with her. The touch of her hand against his was electrifying. He had dated once or twice in the past but it had never felt like this. Her hand was perfect, almost like a magnet to his, they fit like a glove, perfectly molded and matched to one another. "Yeah," he nodded. "If you're okay, we can totally go now. I'm sure I can score some tickets right now so we don't have to hassle with the line when we get there.
Not letting go her hand, he uses his free hand to dig his phone from his jean pocket, quickly scrolling and clicking and purchasing tickets for them. "There, all set. Did you want to walk over there? Or would you like me to order us a ride there? I would say a ride would be the best so we don't get so tired but I'm up for either way you want to do this." Santiago babbled nervously.
The simple touch of his hand against her elbow sent sparks flying in her chest, her heart aflutter at the mere contact of his skin against her own... she wanted more. So much more. Was it so bad that she wanted him to pull her in flush against his form and kiss her? Was that such a bad thing? But that's all that it was in the end: A fantasy. Something she was certain wouldn't happen... she wasn't the most desirable of people, after all. Not to her anyways.
"Oh! That sounds so lovely," she gasps, stopping her forward progression to turn and look at him proper. "I'd love to have lunch with you too... should we go now?" She asks, impossibly dark eyes impossibly bright with her excitement. And in ehr excitement, she reaches out, taking hold of his hand in her own
