A Kiss Not Easily Forgotten

I’m going to share my first kiss with Kyle Pavone Tonight, I went to a We Came As Romans concert. My friend has connections; her boyfriend has hung out with the band a few times before. After the most fantastic concert I’ve ever been to, my friend and I walk to their tour bus. As we enter the bus, the band members greet us like old friends. Well, more specifically, her boyfriend.

Now Kyle isn’t the most attractive guy ever, but he’s definitely not ugly. I'm lying. He's fucking hot. I absolutely love We Came As Romans... but not just because Kyle is good looking. Their lyrics are so inspiring, and Beliefs have saved my life more than once. This kiss, I know it won’t mean anything to him, but that’s even better for me. I’ll be rid of my virgin lips and it would be with a guy with god-like satisfactory looks who's in my favourite band.

I’m not normally the one to go kissing random people, hence my first kiss being given away to Kyle. There’s no ulterior motive for the kiss. It’s not so I can say that I kissed a famous person, a person from a band I love no less. I want to kiss him because I want to kiss him. End of story.

Even though everyone is right there, I go right up to him and take his face in my hands. I bring his face to my own and press our lips together. Sparks fly and my tongue slips past his slightly open lips. I open my eyes and see that his are closed. His hands rest at my hips, aggressively pulling us together.

My friend did say that he would be okay with my rash actions, that he's a spontaneous and go with the flow type of person. I am a little worried about what the other band members are thinking at the moment, though...

I look around for a second. The band members, my friend and her boyfriend are gone. I’ll have to thank her later for saving my reputation with the guys and leading them away from us. His arms grasp me tighter to him. I loop my arms around in his neck.

This being my first kiss, I don’t really know what I’m doing. And boy, is this greater than any of my expectations.

Gah, I completely forgot. He doesn’t even know my name. Wow… I mean, she was right. Here he is, making out with me and he doesn’t even know my name.

“Wait!” I put a hand on his chest and pull away. “My name. I’m Danielle.” He chuckles a bit.

“I’m Kyle.” He says. I unwrap my arm from his neck and go for a shake, a slight smile on my face, my cheeks flushed red. He laughs again, taking a hand off of my waist to shake my hand. I try to pull my hand away, to get back to where we were before, but he meshes our fingers together before I can. He starts to kiss me again, but then pulls away.

“Hey… we should go to my hotel room?” He asks, flashing me an oh so seductive smile.

Whoa. All I wanted to do was kiss him. I didn’t even consider having sex with him... like, at all. I'm not sure if I wanted to be known as just another band whore.

I don’t know, perhaps I will. I mean, just to get it over with, to see what sex is really like. I know this will make me a complete band slut, but kissing him is great, so…

“Alright.” Sleeping with him makes me a whore. This one night stand won’t mean anything. It’ll be a quick fuck and then I’ll never see him again.

Well, you only live once. Take each chance as it comes. I say to myself as he leads me out of the bus. I don't think. I just do it.

And I do. The hotel is a short walk from the venue where the concert was. He takes my hand, weaving together our fingers. That was unexpected. His thumb gently strokes my hand. I never thought of him to be the romantic type. The breeze picks up, whipping my hair in my face and sending a shiver up my spine. He looks at me, and then unlocks our hands. He puts an arm around me, rubbing my bare arm. I look up at him and smile gratefully. His chiseled jaw, his thin, seductive lips turning up into a small grin.