my first kiss was something out of a dream.
it all started on a cold winter night when a bunch of my friends and i went out sledding. And then we all went back to "his" house.
It was so much fun, we drank coco and watched team america (oh so romantic
)
He was laying under a blanket on the floor and he constantly asked me if i wanted to lay with him since the chair i was sitting in was "uncomfortable", but me being oblivious to even the slightest hints, i didn't catch on.
Finally i decided to steal his spot under the blanket, and he joined me. Once the movie ended all of us had an urge for a midnight food run so we hoped in his car and picked up some taco bell and then decided to go back to my house.
(My house is the easiest to sneak back into)
There were four of us, two of my girlfriend, him, and I were hanging out in my room on my bed, and him and I decided to go under the covers since we were cold. And there we talked for 2+ hours basically about nothing. He, of course, made the first move and rubbed his nose against mine whispering to me "i have to go home soon." And then he took me by surprise by pulling my chin close to his and kissing me on the lips softly, only a couple minutes. But after pulling away, he pulled me back and we kissed for i don't know how long.
That kiss sent chills down my spin and goosebumps down my arms and legs all the way to the tips.
I will never forget that night for the rest of my life, and thankfully he is my boyfriend now of 9 months so i would have to say, it was meant to be.