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Car Kissing Gets Gutsy.

so, one time I was with my boyfriend. (okay that is still really nice to say out-loud. I cant even believe that we are still dating, honestly..) and we were kinda kissing in his car, and we got walked in on.... So, ill tell this story in detail cause its actually kinda embarrassing and hilarious at the same time.

We were about to leave from a party (not the alcoholic kind...) and we were sitting in my car getting ready to head out when you know things got heated.

So we are sitting in the front seat and he leans over and softly whispers (for the first time may I add) "i love you Malissa". I basically melted in my seat and as I melted like ice cream on a summers day I was caught mid melt by the lips of my amazing Matt. From kiss to kiss strung together by the melodic synchronization of our breathing we made some serious mouth loving. (yep that was a really weird way of putting it. But, you get the point... we were making out.) Since I have had a little more experience with these sort of things I was very comfortable. But, my nut of  a boyfriend was not used to the fact that our lips could even do this sort of thing...

 we were able to get 10, maybe 15 minutes into this and I let him take the lead. I let my man be the man. So following his lead, I was laying on his lap. Yeah this was kinda awkward at first I think for the both of us. (we were still in that awkward "what can we do?" phase of our relationship. ) so we continued. We were kissing and he had gained the leverage on me. But, all of a sudden we realized we weren't alone. My car door flung open and the only thing I could do was scream a little and jump. Well, while jumping basically out of my seat I honked the horn, and then proceeded to close the door.

Now that we were both all 50 shades of embarrassed we could finally call it a nigh. Matt went back into the party, where Sam was spreading lies like peanut butter, and I went home. Laughing because of how mortified I was, I raced home to be in before curfew. (let me tell you, there might be maybe two times that I was ever been on-time or early to me curfew. 11 just seems so early for me to be home.) But, I raced home none the less. And forever would all our friends remind of us this night. (Not to mention we joke around about it to once and a while.)