Twenty

"Tell me everything," Abby said as soon as I entered the house. Jumping off from the sofa. She was busy watching a movie. I recognized the movie by the scene that's currently paused on the television's flat screen. A boat scene where (a very young and attractive) 'Dermot Mulroney' sang 'The way you look tonight' to his best friend, in 'My best friend's wedding'. It's one of the movies in our personal DVD collection, another one apart from 'Titanic' that we've watched way too many times. The movie suddenly not half as interesting as my presence. I fell down into the first couch that I've reached. Our kiss from moments before still fresh on my mind. I exhaled deeply. Completely lost in thought. "Here's some medicine to calm your nerves. Drink up!" She exclaimed giddily as she gave me a glass of sweet rosé. I swirled the content gracefully, before bringing the glass to my lips and took a sip. Abbs falls down beside me, her movie suddenly something of little interest. "He took me to a coffeehouse where we instantly fell into conversation. Followed by a walk along the beach, hand in hand," I bite down on my bottom lip as my friend squealed beside me. "He escorted me towards a quintessential little Asian restaurant for a late lunch. We ended off the day with a firework extravaganza." I intentionally left out the almost kissing part, knowing how she would react to that information. She looked at me almost disappointedly. "Hold on! No, kiss?" Her eyes darted into my very soul. I blushed at the mere word. She were quick to pick it up. "I knew it! You're expression says it all. How was it? Can he kiss? Was he any good?" I looked at her dumbfounded. As hell am I going to go into detail about our first kiss (and hopefully it won't be our last either). I shook my head, "Not telling." She pleated, "Please, Sam. Let a girl in on a few minor details. I'm begging you!" I laughed at her eagerness. I drowned the last of the wine and stood up. "I'm going to go to bed now. See you tomorrow." Quickly I made my way out of the living area. Her disapproval mumbling dies out behind me as I closed the door between us. I dressed up in some more comfortable clothing for the night and scrambled into bed.

I placed my thumb gently to my lips, recalling our kiss, as I softly brushed my finger over it. I was so captivated in the moment that I haven't heard the door opening up. "That was fast. Dan just called, he wants us to come over for a Bbq," she said. "I think that I'd rather stay home. Go on and have some fun. Just remember to bring me a plate back," I informed her. She won't take no for an answer, I already know that much. "Namjoon will be there," she quickly added. "Give me ten minutes. I'll be right there," I replied as I jumped out of my bed. She laughed wholeheartedly at my reaction.