Last First Kiss

Loved You First

After everything that's happened between us; every fight, every kiss, from the first time we met.....nothing compared to the feeling of waking up in his arms.

Yeah, I know, I've said it before. But this time it was different. Because I actually felt something.

It wasn't the first time since we'd seen each other but for some reason, it was perfect. More than perfect.

Probably because I finally told him how I felt. And I knew how he felt, too. I knew that he loved me.....

And now he knew. Which only brought us closer.

I opened my eyes, facing the bathroom door. Still wrapped in his arms.

After making some room for me to turn, I looked behind me. Smiling at his adorable sleeping face.

For some reason, ever since he got back, he always held me really close to him. Like closer than he ever has. But I didn't complain. I loved it..

After taking a short glance, I moved onto my other side. Facing him completely. I couldn't help but admire his face and body. He was just so............beautiful.

I scanned over his face plotting every detail in my mind as he peacefully slept. Catching my eyes on his lips, tracing over them perfectly. After examining his complexion, I moved onto his bare chest. Following the lines of the artist that inked them onto him. Pretty soon, however, I stopped. Closing my eyes.

"Mmmmm....good morning."

I didn't answer, pretending to be asleep. Suddenly I felt his warm lips against my forehead.

"I know you're awake." He said, smirking. God I hope he didn't catch me staring at him.

"How'd you know?" I giggled.

"You're not snoring anymore." He smiled. The dimples in his cheeks showing.

I could feel my cheeks turn red as he lifted his arm from around me. Pushing back his curly mess.

"I don't snore!" I defended myself. The embarrassment obvious in my smile.

"Yes you do, babe. But don't worry you can barely hear it." He said laughing. Making my heart skip a beat.

I really missed that when he was gone.

He dropped his arm from behind his head, pulling me closer into him. I obeyed, placing my hand on his chest. Making him shiver.

"I'm sorry." I said, trying to pull my hand away. He stopped me.

"Don't be...its just a bit chilly in here." He said, letting my hand rest on him once again.

"Oh." I said, pulling my lip in between my teeth. Nuzzling my head on his ribcage. He lifted up his arm playing with my hair as I traced the lines again.

"You're really fascinated by my tattoos, aren't you?" He asked more as a statement.

"Yeah..." I replied nervously. Biting my lip again as I slowed down the pace of my index finger.

"I can tell.....you couldn't keep your eyes off them earlier." He smirked.

Crap.

I knew my cheeks were probably as bright as a tomato by then. My nervousness taking over all of my senses.

"I'm sorry." I said unexpectedly. He grabbed my hand making me stop to look at him.

"Quit apologizing...... I love that you do." He said before kissing my hand.

I'd like to think that was when my embarrassment went away.

After a few moments of silence, while he played with my hair and I traced his tattoos, he finally spoke.