Chapter 2 'First' Kiss

BEEP! BEEP!

I think this is the right time to ask her to be my girlfriend, but the doorbell beat me just before I open my mouth. I groaned.

"Are you expecting a guest?" I asked.

"Dave will be here to bring me some important materials I've missed because I was hospitalized, can you take over the stove?" she said and take off the apron.

Competitor one, her contemporary art professor, 30 something years old, blonde version of Aquaman. He is totally into Cassie.

"Okay, but dress properly. I don't want anyone to see you on that," I said while wearing the apron.

She run to my room and get out wearing my maroon hoodie, that looks like eating her because it's too much bigger for her petite frame. I chuckled, she is really cute. I shook my head and proceed with the pancakes.

She answers the door, greet the man, and invite him to sit in our living room.

"Smells so good here, are you cooking?" Dave asked.

"I was, now Seb does," Cassie answers.

His eyes found mine and he looks surprised, "Sorry, I thought you live alone," he said.

"Good morning, Sir Professor. I'm Sebastian, Cassie's fiance." I smiled at him and he makes a weird face. Evil laugh inside. Cassie bite her laugh.

"Good morning, Sebastian. Sorry for being here this early, I need to bring the files for Acacia," he replies.

What's wrong with emailing it? The ulterior motives is too obvious.

"It's fine, Cassie need the files, I should be thank you instead," I said while frying some bacon. "You stay for breakfast?"

"No, thanks. I have to be on campus before nine for a morning class."

"Excuse me, guys, I need to use the restroom for a bit," Cassie said and walk away.

"Are you really her fiance?" he asked after making sure Cassie can't hear.

"Soon, I already have the ring and going to propose, but you interrupted," I lied. But the ring part is real, I already bought one for her.

"Sorry not sorry, I still have a chance then," he chuckled.

I want to throw an egg to his big head, well, he has bigger built than me.

"Don't waste your time, Dave," I hissed, looking at his eyes.

"She is worth fighting for," he shrugged.

"Seb, it's overcooked!" Cassie yelled behind me.

"Oh! Sorry, Love. I'll eat this one and make a new one for you," I smiled and pecks her forehead.

"Okay, I'll get going then. Acacia, you don't need to give the drive back to me, you can have it," Dave said.

"Thank you, Dave! See you at tomorrow's class," she chirped while closing the door.

She set the dishes and we eat breakfast in silence. After we finished, she checks her phone to read the schedule for today.

"We have a photoshoot with Calendula at 10, then lunch. We have spare time from 1 to 3 pm."

"I have a class for 1 to 3. You coming with me, or?" I asked.

"I come with you, don't want any eyes on you when I'm not around," she shrugged. "3.30 pm, I have to deliver the raw design options to a client, plus a little presentation in the Diagonal, I guess we eat dinner there, then live concert in Rainbow." Diagonal is a publishing house, many of their authors are Cassie's client, she does their book cover.

"I send the playlist to you, add and edit as you please, but let the closing be 'leave the door open' I want to sing it with you, the lyrics change already sent to your email too," I said. She smiled and I poke the dimple on her cheek. "Send the fixed playlist to me, okay? I'll have a shower.

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❤Acacia's PO❤

I wash the dishes while Sebby has shower. After I'm done, I pack everything I need for today. Then check on the playlist Sebby had send to me, I'm fine with his playlist, but the last song, leave the door open, God, is he trying to turn me on?

"Babe, I'm done. Get ready! I'm waiting in the car," Seb yelling from our living room, and I go for a quick shower.

I wear a tight ripped white jeans with an off-shoulder light blue sweater, step on my blue Converse, put my hair into a messy bun, then arrange quick chicken sandwiches and put them in a container. Seb will be hungry soon and I prefer to bring our own snacks than buy some. I lock the door and walk out to the parking lot.

"I love seeing you in that sweater," he said while taking the backpack from my hand, to put it on the backseat.

"Because it's a gift from you?" I asked coyly.

He bought it for me few months ago, when we were strolling in a mall. He said about it goes great with my eyes as they are in the same color.

"Yes," he laughed, then opened the front door for me and I entered the car. "But you are lovely wearing anything, even a rag," he said after settled in the driver's seat.

"Flatterer," I said while rolling my eyes.

He leans over to grab my seatbelt and secure it before buckling the head. He stops in front of me and his hazel eyes boring to mine.

"Marry me, Acacia Jean Dawson," he said, makes my heart skipped a beat. "Because I swear, I won't let you marry anyone else beside me."

Oh my God. I can't breathe and loss my words. Is he being serious right now? I will! I will marry him with all my heart, with every fiber in my being. But nothing comes out of my mouth.

"Breathe, Baby." And I suck the oxygen again, panting. He smirked. "Glad that you're not the only one with the effect in this relationship."

Shit. He plays me again, I blushed and he kisses my cheek and drives away to our first stop. I choose to drop off the topic.

"Have you edited the playlist?" he asks while focusing on the road.

"Uh ... nope," I mumbles, still panting from what happened before, "I love every song on it."

We will perform about twelve songs and have about twenty-five at the list. Mostly, we sing solo or duet, or do a piano duet, or one of us play piano and another one singing. There is also an acoustic band who will play with us. It always goes live in our Instagram and YouTube channel, that's why we always dressing up and I put on makeup. Our fans love the performance, and it also attracts a lot more customers to the cafe, the owner, Alex, always pays us generous money.

"Great. Are those chicken sandwiches?" he asks, nodding his chin to the container on the dashboard.

"Yes, you hungry already?"

"Not yet. Thank you fir taking care of ne. Wife." He looked at me and smiled, then in a second avert his eyes back to the road.

"Stop playing around with my feeling, Sebastian!" I hissed.

"I never playing with your feeling, Cassie. You are the only one I love and adore and want, and that will never change," he says while parking in front of Calendula building. "Stay away from Lucien."

Lucien is the owner of the Calendula clothing line. He is an eccentric fashion designer that loves to put on colorful makeup on his eyes and lips.

"I thought he is gay, I just about to say the same thing to you! He never tries something funny to me," I said.

"He is a bi, but like you more than me, and he is an interesting man, I don't want him to snatch you from me," he says as the engine goes off.

I unbuckle his seatbelt before mine and lean over to him, put my palm in his chest and look at his eyes. "I'm yours, Sebastian Argus," I said, then realizing that he leans in to kiss my lips softly.

It was our first kiss, a real one, and it feels good. I love it. I love him. I love Sebastian Argus, my so-called best friend.

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