Imperfect- Part Seven

(Orion Collin's pov.)

Foodie King: 'Where are you?'

Laser Tag King: 'By the swings.'

Foodie King: 'Oh, I see you.'

I look up met by a big smile. "Hi," he laughs and walks over to me. "Have a seat." He laughs and takes the swing beside me. Smiling over. 'It is late, what are you doing here?" I smile, pull my phone out, and type. 'I wanted to see you.' He smiles and types back a response, 'You could've just asked.' I nod, typing back. 'I knew you wouldv'e come.' He nods, pulling me closer to him by the chains of my swing.

I lean towards him, swallowing, and gathering my courage. I type,'Can I kiss you?' He stares at me, I swallow, and move back. He pulls me back and nods his head. I smile, blushing all the while. Slowly I lean forward, his eyes are closed, lips slightly open, and body rigid. I press my lips to his, closing my eyes, he doesn't move. I go to pull away, just as his arms wrap around me and pull me closer. "Is this okay?" He asks, pulling me into his lap on the swing. I nod and press my lips to his again.

He kisses back slowly, pulling me even closer, and holding me tight. We pull away, breathing heavily, and I rest my forehead against his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He whispers, rubbing up my back. I nod, pulling away to type out, and hating myself even more for not being able to talk at this moment. 'I am sorry.'

He looks up confusion etched into his face, I take the phone back. 'I cannot talk.' He smiles,"I don't care." I close my eyes so they don't overflow with tears, soft hands caress my face. "You are perfectly immperfect. You are beautiful, amazing, talented, and brilliant. Nothing is wrong with you."

He kisses my forehead and sways us back and forth. I tr not to cry but the tears fall anyway and he holds me against him, rubbing my back, and whispers sweetly in my ears.

'You are perfect.' He repeats over and ocer agin.

Author Notes: Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy

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