The third memory, it was the first one I enjoyed.

The moment me and Tyler kissed.

We were just talking about pokémon when I just got lost in his eyes, not wanting to exit that sea of blue. It was beautiful, I was drowning in his eyes. Then he leant forward, and kissed me.

It was glorious, full of love and lust. He wasn't aggresive, like at all. He was gentle, yet passionate. And I guess fighting the urge to claim me as his mate.

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