Firsts

10

I wake up to find a million and one texts from Ethan.

We exchanged numbers after our lunch date yesterday, and agreed we would live our lives as civilized human beings, his fame being no part of the picture.

Ethan Dolan: "Em wake up! I want to take you to my favorite bakery."

"Coffee?"

"Do you like muffins?"

"Is it too soon to ask you to join me for lunch again"

No one really called me Em, but it was cute coming from him.

It was also really adorable that he was so excited to see me again. Not only did I never imagine this happening but I was more than sure that he wouldn't want to see me ever again after yesterday.

As I'm typing a response to all of the texts in one, I hear three knocks on the door.

My head turns and my jaw drops. I just got out of bed, I didn't even get to brush my teeth yet because my mom has been in the shower.

I walk to the door nervously praying it wasn't Ethan, I would be so embarrassed if he saw me like this. He's probably picturing me waking up with perfect hair, wearing something cute and absolutely no bags under my eyes. I look down at my ratty T-shirt and blue cotton shorts. Hate to break it to you E, my life isn't that perfect.

I look through the fish eye and no one was standing there. Even though I didn't want it to be Ethan, I was kind of disappointed too see the yellow wall.

A portrait of some woman from the 1800's was hung up directly where I could see it, it was staring at me in a mocking way. Almost like she was saying to me- "Bitch you thought."

She was right. I can't let my expectations ruin reality.

I open the door to make sure he wasn't standing out of the fish eye's vision, clearly a small part of me still thinking he could be there.

I am surprised when I find that no one is there, yet a medium sized colorful bouquet of flowers was placed oh so peacefully at my feet.

The bouquet was all my favorites, roses, orchids, and sunflowers. It wasn't my birthday and I wasn't expecting them what so ever. I closed the door and searched for a label, a card, anything to help find the sender. Was it Ethan?

I brought them in and shut the door, as the running water came to a stop.

Shortly my mom stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a small white robe that the hotel provided.

I put the flowers on the counter by the coffee maker hoping she wouldn't ask questions but to my luck of course she did.

"Where did those come from?"

"Uh... the hotel put them at our door. I think the maids"

It wasn't exactly a lie, I wasn't too sure for myself. And as much as I wanted it to be my favorite boy, the chances were pretty slim. Especially since I never told him what hotel I was staying at let alone the room number.

Emma: "I'll be there in 5."

Patisserie Gaugler was the name, of the 'absolutely mouthwatering' bakery that Ethan was non-stop talking about the whole morning.

I somehow convinced my mom to let me go. It was a 6 minute walk so I went myself, at this point I don't even care if she is worrying about me, if Ethan freaking Dolan is at this bakery I'm going to go.

I walked in to find customers scattered everywhere unlike last time.

The smell of fresh baguettes, Éclairs, and macarons filled my nose and made my stomach rumble of hunger.

I look around trying to find my date, passing a sea of unfamiliar faces until I find the one that reminds me of home.

I wish I could explain how looking in his eyes, and hearing the sound of his voice gives me butterflies. How seeing him smile makes my heart skip a beat.

I sit down against the window and greet him with a smile.

"Hey"

In a span of twenty minutes, our table is over crowded with pastries and we are laughing like there is no tomorrow.

"Em come closer this smells so good!"

I blushed at him saying my name and leaned in, propping my elbows up on the table to be as close as possible.

He shoved the Éclair frosting on to my nose, cracking up the whole time.

"Ethan!"

I took some off with my fingers and extended my arm trying to rub it all over his checks but he grabbed my wrist right before I touched his perfect skin, stopping me from doing anything more than looking into his eyes, now dark with intention.

We both stopped, smiles died down, breaths got heavier.

He took is eyes off of mine and looked down at my lips, covered in creamy frosting.

"You have something on your lips."

My heart was racing a mile minute, but I didn't say a word.

He leaned in, barley moving a muscle, to the point where our lips were almost touching.

Our lips were intertwined, his top lip brushed against my cupid's bow and his bottom lip rested right in between mine.

Breaths inSync, his lips met mine and he started to kiss me. Slow, soft, and comforting in a way words will never be.

My eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn't make me see or feel darkness, it instead created mysterious passion that I liked. My nerves soon began to relax, my worries began to fade away and the surroundings began to disappear leaving only me, me and Ethan. This felt real, this felt good, this felt right.

Our lips moved at the same time, each movement filled with passion and lust. His lips were so gentle, so warm, so kind.

Our breaths slowed down and he pulled away, my lips were cold and were hungry wanting more.

I opened my eyes, which felt lazy, and they met with his, revealing more than he could express through his words.

All the hours I spent picturing and fantasizing about this moment, nothing compares to the feeling of this reality. It was easy, I used to overthink it but when it's real like this, there isn't much to it. He makes me feel giddy, he makes me want to drop everything to spend time with him. It's like being on top of the world, your body on a high, nothing could ever bring you down.

My phone buzzed and I looked away from Ethan, grabbing it out of my back jean pocket.

Mom: "Emma, where are you? Our flight leaves in 30 minutes."

Except, maybe that.