We sat together there, silently. He's reading a book on his lap, and my head rests on his left shoulder. I nuzzle him a bit, it was comforting.
I ask him what the book is about, and he goes on about how funny it is and how great the characters are. I loved to hear his voice and seeing how enthusiastic he was, and paid less attention to what the book was about.
My right arm wraps around his back, and my left one wraps around his front. I squeeze him lightly. He chuckles, and puts his book down. He then proceeds to wriggle his arms out of my grasp and reciprocate my embrace.
His head rests on top of my head, and my head is close to his chest. I sigh contently, taking in his warmth.
We stay like that for a while. I didn't want to let him go.
I have never felt more loved than I was at that moment.
"I love you," I say quietly aloud.
He was a little astounded by that, and even though I didn't see it, I was sure he smiled a bit.
"I love you too," he says, a bit quieter than me. He's so adorably shy.
I giggle, my hands traveling up to his soft, black hair. I loved it. I loved him. I play with it a bit, and he laughs. I kiss his cheek, and I could feel it radiating with heat.
I then cupped his face with my hands, and he looks to the side. How cute, I thought. His cheeks were incredibly warm.
I bring my face closer to his. He shuffles around a bit. He's so flusttered. He's never kissed anyone before, and neither had I.
Tilting my head a bit, I press my lips upon his gently. I could feel his lips pushing upon mine a little. It was soft and light and so perfect to me.
He pulls away first, still surprised. He looks away, then back at me.
"I'm sorry," he says.
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you so, so much."
If he wasn't already red enough, he became more red.
He cups my face with his hand and kisses me again. He misses a bit, and it's sloppy, but I smile into it. He's shaking as he pulls away. I kiss his cheek again.
Everything felt so, so perfect. And I couldn't have wanted more.