Chapter 32: First Love

                                    

                                          
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Song is Dear Santa by Taetiseo. 

                          
Lansing's POV 

                          
To say I've never been kissed before would be a lie. A huge terrible, fat lie. But I could safely say that I've never felt like this before. 
                          
In all the movies when the girls foot pops up, that describes this moment. 
                          
Slowly, Tsukasa lifted my chin and pressed his lips closer to mine. In the back of my head I registered the metallic taste of blood on his lips, but I didn't pay attention to it. I was too focused on the effect his lips had on my senses. I wanted to push him away yet pull him closer at the same time. 
                          
I felt his fingers wrap around the back of my head as he once again pulled me closer to him. This time he deepened the kiss licking my bottom lip asking for entrance. After a few seconds of debating, I gave in to temptation letting out a slight moan. He took the opportunity and plunged his tongue exploring the cavern of my mouth. Our lips were molding into one and I couldn't help the feeling butterflies in my stomach. 
                          
I'm not sure if it was the after effect of just being hit by a steel chair or the proximity between the two of us, but my knees started to turn to jelly and my legs were about to give out. 
                          
I guess Tsukasa noticed my deteriorating foundation because he swooped me up into his large arms successfully breaking up our kiss. Finally, I was able to catch my breath from our intense make out session. 
                          
"See, isn't it nice to let me talk every once in a while." He was wearing a god damn smirk again. 
                          
"I don't remember us talking, smart guy." That just made his smile bigger. 
                          
"But if we were you would still be satisfied."
                          
I cracked a smile and lightly punched his shoulder. "Put me down I can walk you doofus. I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be carrying you."
                          
"I'm not disabled and I have two and hands and two feet to carry you with." He shrugged. "Plus, I like carrying you, that way I know you can't run away." He leaned in closer and whispered into my ear. 
                          
"Tsukasa..."
                          
"I didn't finish." He silenced me. "I'm not a bratty teenager anymore, I can take care of you. I think I'm strong and smart enough to at least do that." He leaned back again and smiled broadly. 
                          
"You could have died out there." I whispered. "How do you think that would make me feel. You should have defended yourself."
                          
"Yeah, but if I had fought back I wouldn't have been able to protect you."
                          
We, well technically Tsukasa, walked down the sidewalk in a comfortable silence. 
                          
"Your lips bleeding." I randomly commented. 
                          
"And some of its on you." He smiled back. Quickly he leaned down and swiped his tongue over my lips licking the dried trail of blood.
                          
"That's gross." I reprimanded him. 
                          
"What? It's my own blood." 
                          
Tsukasa ended up carry me all the way to the nearest hospital even though he was the one in a worse condition. 


                          
"A concussion, ten stitches, two broken bones, who knows how many bruises. That's what." I recounted. 
                          
After a week at the hospital, the doctors finally released him. We kept arguing back and forth that he should have stayed longer, at least until his stitches healed.