《math class | gwinam x reader》chapter 13 - the date
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The day finally came. Me and Gwinam's date. I looked into my mirror, sighing at the figure staring back at me. She looked good. I smiled to myself, giggling a little before I reached out for my bottle of Victoria's Secret Bare Vanilla Body Mist, and sprayed myself a few times.
I then quickly fixed up my makeup and slid on my Airforces before grabbing my phone and my flannel jacket, calling out to my mum as I raced out of the door.
The drive to where Gwinam and I were meeting was thankfully quick, because I had been running very late, hence, the speeding while getting ready. I looked out of my car window, smiling, before I quickly got out, and made my way over to the familiar mullet boy.
"Hey." I greeted, once I was close enough to him.
Gwinam smiled back at me. "Hey." He responded.
I felt a light blush take over my face and I looked down at my crisp, white shoes.
"So, do you want to get going?" Gwinam said looking down at me.
"Uh yeah sure." I responded, and we both began walking in the direction of the beach he was taking me too.
The walk to the beach was not that long, but it was quite a nice walk, with the shining afternoon sun, and the cool autumn breeze around us, I couldn't think of anywhere else I would rather be.
Once we neared the beach, we both took off our shoes, and Gwinam took off his shirt, (OMFG IT WAS SO HOT! hehehehe. I left mine on because it was a cooler afternoon at the beach.) we both made our way down to the edge of the water.
"Oh my God! It's so cold." Gwinam hissed as he entered the water.
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I entered the water up to about my knees before I decided it was far too cold for my likings, and stayed where I was.
Gwinam walked in a little deeper, splashing the sides of his arms with the cool liquid.
"Gwinam..." I said laughing, "That will just make you more cold."
He looked up at me, soaking wet and shivering, before continuing to splash the cold salt water onto his muscular, tan arms.
I made my way over to him, trying not to splash too much water on my clothes in the process.
"Gwinam." I spoke, "Watching you make yourself cold, is making me cold." I said holding his hands by his side, so he would stop splashing water on himself.
He looked at me, smirking, before holding my hands back and pulling me into his embrace.
"Are you cold?" He whispered, sending sharp and cold shivers down my spine.
I blushed and smiled slowly nodding.
He then wrapped his large, firm, arm around my smaller body, and I relaxed into his embrace.
"This better?" He asked, smiling to himself.
"Yeah..." I mumbled into his shoulder before looking up at him into his eyes.
I could feel his large fingers rubbing small circles on my back, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel any butterflies towards just the thought of talking to him, let alone wrapped up in his arms.
We looked around at the beautiful scenery. The water we were still standing in had a nice pink-ish, golden glow about it, and the sun in front of us was just beginning to set.
I looked up at Gwinam, only for my eyes to already be met with his brown ones. We both smiled at each other, slowly leaning in. Our lips brushed past each other, and both of our eyes fluttered shut when he made the next move, locking our lips together.
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Not even a second into the kiss and I was already addicted to Gwinam's lips. How they could feel so rough and so soft at the same time. And the sparks that were flying all around up. His touch brought forth an incandescent glow which could've probably be seen from back at the beach, on the sand.
After our lips parted, he smiled at me again, before cuddling into my chest.
I smiled to myself.
That was a first kiss. It was flourless, really something.
Fearless.
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