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We made plans to hang out that Tuesday. My mom was eager to meet him, and he wanted to meet my parents. But the minor detail was that my parents didn't know we were dating, they just thought we were best friends. But they still let him come over. 

That early December day, I just couldn't wait for school to end, and when it did me and Rian practically ran to the car. He and my mom got along very well. We had the best time in the back seat, just singing along to every song and being typical teens in love.

When we got home, Rian jumped on my bed and commented on how huge my room was. I have to say, my room never looked better than when he was in it. We just turned up the music and layed there, looking into eachothers eyes. His warm body against mine was honest to god the best thing I've ever felt. He kissed me on the cheek a couple times and it was just adorable. We weren't doing anything at all, and yet it was still the best feeling I'd ever had. He picked me up, and stood me up. And then it happened.

He put his eyes on mine, and touched my face. Then he pulled me in for my first kiss. It was beautiful. It was so natural. I loved every second. It was slow... and gentle. When he pulled away, he took my hand and placed it over his heart. It was beating so fast it seemed unhealthy. After that, I lost track of the amount of times we kissed.

One of the times, it got a little heated. He picked me up, and threw me onto the bed, and kissed me hard. But what I wasn't expecting was his tan hands to he on my chest....  it felt great, but it was really new to me.

The night was full of firsts, like my first slow dance. He pulled out his phone, and played our song. (Everything's Alright by Laura Shigihara) he placed a hand on my waist, and one on my shoulder. And we just danced. It was so blissfully simple.

Other things happened too, but I'm not sure its appropriate to share on the internet.

But nonetheless. I had the best night. On the car ride back to his house, I saw the moonlight reflecting off his skin, and how beautiful he truly was.

After he was gone, all I yearned for was his lips on mine.

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