---Firkle's pov---

Ike turns back to me with a confused look written across his face.

I stare at him, the blush getting deeper on my face.

Oh god. Why the hell did I do that?

Just as I'm about to release my hands from his shirt, he grabs my wrists and starts leaning towards me.

Oh god.

Our noses touch and he smirks at me, "Do you want something, Firkle?" He asks, his breath ghosting on my lips.

I just know my face is completely red.

I don't know what to do.

Ike removes his hands from my wrists, even though he does, my hands remain grasping his shirt.

Instead, he moves his hands up, to cup my cheeks, "Firkle?"

I tilt my head and lean the rest of the way forward, our lips connecting together once again.

Ike kisses back immediately, removing one hand from my face and placing it on my waist instead.

I let my self slide down the arm of the couch to lay on my back, Ike following without breaking our kiss.

I let go of his shirt and let my hands slide up his chest and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to me.