I'm going to feel like a total dork for posting this... oh well.
I picture me and him hanging out at his place.
Watching movies or something- cuddling and such.
He's had many failed attempts at kissing.
Being the silly I am. I dodged them all cutely.
More cuddling. We're not even paying attention to the movie.
Eventually it's time for me to leave.
He suggests I just spend to the night.
I decline.
Declaring, "I only have sleepovers with my girlfriends."
He takes me home late.
Yeah, it's around 2am.
Might as well spent the night- but the drive home was nice.
He gets to my place, parks, and we get out.
Being the gentleman he is- he walks me to the door.
He had asked about it earlier, I replied, "Only if you find it necessary."
I'm about to go in and I'm smiling all blushy-blushy at him.
He starts to lean in for one final attempt at a kiss for the night...
And I suddenly squeal out and look excitedly over his shoulder...
Soon dragging him out in the yard with me...
He's confused.
But he soon sees what I'm excited about.
It's starting to snow. And it's beautiful.
Anyway, the snow is pretty much owning both of us.
It's all over us. Surrounding us <3
I feel as though we're in a different world.
With just us.
He feels it too.
We look at each other.
And it sparks.
I lean in the 90%
And then he goes the last 10%
Our lips meet for a kiss.
Our first kiss. <3
I pull away slightly, blushing madly.
Because not only was it our first kiss.
It was my first ever kiss.
He puts his arms around me and pulls me close.
Not wanting to go back home.