Around 10 O clock, after a movie and a snuggle fest, mom suggested that I walk Parker home. I have lives only a few doors down, as far as I know. I agreed.
When we made it to the front porch, I have reached for my hand and I gave it to him. I have held it, gently and sincerely.
"I really like you, Riley."
"I really like you, too."
He looked at me, with a clear, soft expression across his face. Then I kissed me. He was so gentle, I barely felt him. It was sweet and warm; great in the cold winter night. It lasted maybe 2 seconds, and then I kissed him right back. I was a little bit more fierce, and mine lasted all of 5 seconds. He was only my second kiss.
"Bye," I say when we reach his house.
"Bye", He says, "Miss you", and seals it with a little peck of a kiss.
"You need to work on that", I giggle when he's finished.
"Oh, I can kiss", He said.
"Sure you can", I say, a twinkle in my eye.
"That was my first kiss," I admitted.
"What? Seriously?", I blink.
"Yeah," He says.
"But you're so cute and nice", I say.
"Maybe I was saving it for someone special."
"Like who?", I prompt him.
"Like the prettiest girl in school," he says.
"Who is it?"
"You, stupid," he laughs.
That laugh, just makes me want to laugh along with it.
"Bye, now," I say, shivering.
"You look cold."
"Baby it's cold outside", I play around.
He throws in, "I simply must go."
"But baby it's cold outside."
"Here, take my sweatshirt, precious," he says, stripping down to his T-shirt.
I blush and then say, "The answer is no".
He laughs and then helps me into it.
"Parker!", A girl yells from the doorway, "Now!".
"That's my sister," he says, reading my mind, "Jenna."
We kiss goodbye, once more, with Jenna rolling her eyes from the porch.
"She's suffering a break-up", He says, "Lasted 3 years".
"Dang", I say.
"Love now," he says.
"Love ya, too", I grin.
"Text me!", We say in unison.
I walk back to my house, laughing all the way. Hahaha
COMMENT: WHO HAVE A GOOD SHIP NAME FOR RILEY AND PARKER?
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