Autumn had been great for you, thus far. The falling of leaves mixed with the fading Summer heat had made a perfectly romantic scenario for you.
You couldn’t help it, Nature was gorgeous.
You could stare at the skies painted in orange and pink hues, streaks of light fleeting through the fluffed clouds.
And Gwen could stare at you. At the way the blur of colour would highlight your face. How the Autumn leaves made the colour of your hair stand out, Glint of the falling sun shining through your eyes.
She knew how she felt about you, it was your feelings that made her nervous.
Pavitr had told her,
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“,The worst thing that could happen is she turns you down.”
“That’s pretty bad.”
“Hobie, Please.”
He sniffed, looking up to Gwen’s worry worn face.
“Yeah, sorry. Seriously though, if you can’t see how much she cares ‘bout you. You might be a little daft.”
“Hobie seriously, sentiment was sweet but work on the delivery.”
He grinned at Pavitr and raised his hands in surrender.
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So here she was now, taken you to her favourite spot. Watching the city life with an air of serenity surrounding you both.
“[Name].” Her voice trembled.
“Hmm?” You tilted your head back towards her.
“I might be in love with you.”
A choked sound escaped your mouth and she cringed, watching you cough the ache in you throat away, head ducking between your hands.
She averted her gaze forward, keeping you in her peripherals. You righted yourself, coughing fit over.
She was in love with you?
“Really?”
“Please don’t make me say it again.” She chuckled as her face scrunched unpleasantly.
You tilted her face towards you, her eyes scrunched shut and her breath held. The feeling of your soft finger grazing her chin, guiding her face towards yours was increased tenfold by her willed blindness.
Her Spidey senses tingled, and she opened her eyes just in time for your lips to press onto hers.
She gasped against your lips, and you pulled away. Smiling at her, hand still on her face.
She grabbed the collar of your sweater, dragging you closer once more and kissed you back earnestly.
She felt you laugh against her, hands carding through the tuft of her shaved hair and scratching lightly at her scalp, sending pleasant tingles down her spine. She smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at you. Blush evident on her face, she watched you smile brighter.
“I might be in love with you, too.”
She snorted, “Yeah, figures.”
“What—!, I had to be dramatic about it.”
“Dork.”
“Oh, but you love me.”
You playfully glared at her, the fingers hooked in your sweater collar twisting tighter.
She glared back just as gleefully.
“Sorry, I don’t like dorks.”
“You do love me, though.”
“Well.. S’pose you’re right..”
She smirked at you and kissed you again, quick pecs peppering your face. You lit up once more.
“Does this mean I can ask you to finally be my girlfriend?”
She peered up at your bashful face.
“If it means that you kiss me more, yes.”