It happens so naturally, he walks you home and the evening isn't as cold as you expected, the wind warm and soothing, brushing around the two of you, full of secrets and promises to come. Dylan laughs loud and smiles big and it makes your stomach contract every time because he's just too special to be stuck here with little old you. He comes with you right up to your door, still beaming, eyes sparkling, and waits for you to open the door, standing at a respectful distance, leaving you to hover at the top of the steps on your own.
"I had a really good time," he muses as you shove your hand through your bag, searching for the familiar jingle of your house keys, but you look up at him at the words.
"You did?"
He nods, grinning, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
"I hope you did too...?"
You nod, finally producing the keys, but walk back down the three steps to stand on the first one, just meeting his eye line with the extra height.
"I had an amazing time, thank you so much."
He tucks some hair behind your ear that's escaped from your pony tail, biting his lip gently as he does so, before quickly apologizing, withdrawing his hand with lightening speed.
"Shit, sorry, was I overstepping a boundary? Maybe you don't like to be touched by strangers, I am kind of a stranger, I'm so so sorry. Lets just forget I did that, yeah?"
You laugh, shaking your head, "No, no, it's totally fine. Thank you for fixing my hair."
And then, this is it, as you smile at each other, the whole world seeming to hang in the balance, your eyes flickering from his mouth back up to his eyes. He clears his throat, before murmuring a quiet, "Okay," almost to himself. Almost by accident the two of you have leaned closer so that you could count the freckles on his nose if you wanted to.
"I should probably go," he breathes, and if you leaned forward even a centimetre your mouths would brush.
You nod, leaning ever closer. "Yeah."
His mouth is warm and soft and gentle as he kisses you, a hand wrapping comfortably around your neck, fingers tangling in your head, the other slipping over your waist.
And yeah, there's fireworks behind your eyelids.
