You're it (SEQUEL OUT)

Chapter 19- where we are now.

I always wondered how this kiss would be. I mean, my first 'oh my god he's it' kiss.

My first kiss, technically, was with some guy when I was fourteen. All cold and full of empty, boring dares. He quickly pulled his lips to mine, rolling his tounge round and round earning himself the nickname 'dishwasher.'

I've had plenty of quick kisses in the snow, hidden behind scarfs and coats. Long kisses in the summer, full of heat and chlorine from the pool. But none have ever in my whole life felt like this.

This is different to our other kisses. This isn't me just kissing Luke, this is me kissing my boyfriend Luke. The guy who drives me crazy sometimes and makes me lose my mind when he kisses me.

His lips are gentle against mine, as if he's still worried I'll change my mind. He lets me slide to the ground slowly, my shirt riding up my side.

As soon as my feet plant against the ground, my hands are reaching for his back, his hair or face, anything I can hold onto to try get my balance back.

His hands are weaving themselves in my hair, his kisses becoming more frequent and faster. I push him away from me, taking a breather.

"Upstairs?" He practically whispers. I nod, letting him take my hand and lead me up. My head is spinning, my arms feeling almost heavy.

He almost tears my shirt taking it off, I almost snap his. It's a mess, but it's us. It's our mess. His head is tilted just above mine, his lips brushing against my own.

"I'm lucky I met you." I whisper as I step back towards the bed.

"Trust me- I'm the lucky one." He smiles at me, a true wide smile that makes my stomach do a flip.

I reach the edge of the bed, my knees buckling as I sit down. Luke looms over me, still smiling. I inch back, slowly, as he crawls above me onto the bed.

He undresses me in a flash, his hands steady and quick. My legs are wrapped around him, straddling him and he smiles again as he flips us over so I'm on top.

"What?"

"I'm just happy." He shrugs as I sink down on his lap. I smile, kissing him between his words. "Really. Really. Happy."

"Well." I think back to a couple of weeks ago and grin, kissing his neck. "I'm glad we can help each other."

He laughs.

{**}

We spend the next day raiding the cupboards for junk food, watching movies and chatting about little facts.

"Favourite colour?" Luke asks, throwing a bit of popcorn to me. I catch it with my mouth, chewing smugly.

"Something neutral, like greys or silvers. Boring, I know." I laugh. I throw a chocolate to him and he misses. I cheer. "Favourite band?"

"Nope, can't choose." Luke shakes his head, throwing me another piece. He throws like six instead of one and they all hit me.

"Hey!" I shout, jumping over and shoving him. He laughs, pulling me on top of him and tickling my sides.

"Fray you- ow! Why do you slap so hard?"