The Bucket List

ten years later

I stand up from the little table Kevin and I sit at together on the top of the Eiffel tower, and place my hands on the railing by the edge. I take a deep breath as the light breeze pulls my hair away from my face. I can't help but take in the view of the entire city. The clouds above me getting darker  I and it looks like it may rain, and the cars and people below us bustling and struggling to get around each other, but for some reason, I'm at peace. I could stare at the view for hours. He follows me and copies my movements.

"What are you doing?" He asks softly.

"Nothing." I turn to look at him, who is also now staring at the view. He looks back at me, giving me a small smile. It's enough to melt my heart, as I smile back. I stare deep into his golden-brown eyes as I try to process what he's thinking.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asks.

"Don't worry about me." I say, my eyes not moving from their strong gaze.

He shifts slightly closer to me and I still can't find a reason to look away. I take his hand on mine, as he grabs my waist with his other hand, and I get the impression that he might kiss me.

Am I ready for him to kiss me? Fuck yeah.

Letting go of his hand, I wrap my arms around his neck, a motion that I've come to love doing, as his other hand finds the small of my back, and I stare at him. I stare until my eyes burn. And then I blink, and then I stare some more. His face gets so close, that I stop, and close my eyes. The wind and the cars that I previously heard are now starting to fade away, and it feels like him and I are the only two people in the world.

I feel his forehead rest up against mine, and then our noses touch, and my stomach fills up with butterflies, fluttering around inside me as I get nervous.

I feel something fall on my face, and I pull away so look up at the sky. The rain starts to fall and I smile as Kevin does as well.

"Number two." He says with a smile. Number two on my list is to kiss a guy in the rain.

I shut my eyes, my mouth falling open just a crack. Then I just wait for him, I feel his hand subtly touch my cheek as he pulls me closer to him. My heart starts uncontrollably beating, so loud and hard that I can feel it in my fingertips. His soft lips graze mine, sending shivers up my spine, and the mere thought of being close to Kevin ignites a flame in my chest. Though it only been mere seconds, waiting for him feels like a lifetime, so I move myself forward, closing the gap between us. I think this catches him off guard, because at first he stands there, motionless, but it only takes a second for him to return the favour.

Holy Fuck.

It just dawned on me what I'm actually doing right now, and I start literally freaking out inside.

I'm kissing Kevin McAllister.

I'M KISSING FUCKING KEVIN MCALLISTER.

This is the greatest day of my life.

Fireworks shoot all through my body and for a second I feel my knees go week and pray that my whole body won't shut down.

Everything feels right, and our lips go so perfectly together.

My first kiss... is with Kevin McAllister.

And I could not possibly be happier.

Because I love Kevin. I really do love him.

And I don't​ care what anyone thinks.

He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.

And in this moment, I'm just at peace. I feel time start to slow down. Like he and I are the only two people in the world. Everything, all the drama, all the sadness, all the anxiety and anger is at bay. All because of this one person. The solution to all my problems, the answer to all my prayers.

And it's been right in front of me this whole time and now, finally I've come to notice it.

He loosens his grip on my waist as he pulls away. I didn't want it to end. It was so perfect. Suddenly, all the things that I once wanted to say, erased themselves from my memory, and I'm left speechless.

"God, I've waited so long for you to finally come around."

"I'm so happy that I finally did."

"Me too." He says. "You have no idea how much you mean to me."

I stare up into his eyes again, as I stand up on my toes. I hold the back of his neck again and pull him towards me, going in for one more, short, well-deserved kiss.

"Where do we go now?"

"I don't know." He says, the sun behind us getting darker and darker. "Hotel?"

"Sounds good to me." He laces our fingers together as we walk back to our hotel.

Wow, is all I can think. Just, wow. Ten years later, who would have thought that someone like me would end up with someone like him?

Not even five minutes later I'm longing to have his lips on mine again, to explore everything that he has to offer. All I want to do is to just throw myself at him and kiss him again, and again, but we're in the middle of the sidewalk, and God knows I can't do that in public. I bite my lip anxiously as I slightly pick up my pace so that we can get back to the hotel faster.

Ten minutes later we're riding the elevator back up to our floor, still hand in hand. I can't help but glance up at him as I chew on my lip again. I pull the key out of my phone case as we approach the room, and I wonder if he's thinking the same thing that I am. I open the door, and he walks in behind me, I slip off my heels and when I stand up, he takes me and pushes me against the door as he kisses me passionately. It occurs to me that this is the closest we've ever been. He slowly starts adding the tongue element to this already-perfect kiss as I run my fingers through his silky hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, as he kisses in a line down my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips and I can't stand to be away from his soft lips any longer, so I grab his face and pull him to my lips again. He walks over to our bed and lays down on it, so that now I'm straddling his waist. I can't help but pause for a breath, opening my eyes and staring at him, my hands on either side of his head. He smiles at me too, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

I lean down smiling, for one more quick kiss, and push myself back up. I pull myself off of him and lay beside him.

"What was that for?" I ask, indicating the rough push against the door and catching me off guard.

"Ten years, Morgan. I've been waiting for this for ten years. Why wouldn't I kiss you with everything I had?" I feel myself turning red at his words. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, which makes my heart begin to beat so hard that I'm afraid that it will spontaneously combust.

But it's everything I ever hoped for, and I never want this moment to end.