Marcel Styles Imagines

His first kiss

Your laced your fingers with his as Marcel blushed looking down at his egg salad. A smile spread across your face as you tightened your hands letting Marcel feel a bit embarrassed.

You were his first ever girlfriend and he wasn't used to affection out in public.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed. You know that right?" Marcel muttered a thanks as he lifted his head back up to you.

Grinning wider as an idea popped into your head, Marcel looked at you confused. You leaned over the table without another word and held his chin into place.

His heart beat pounded faster as you brought your face to his. Letting his eyes flutter closed and his lips lightly pucker, you leant in and pressed your lips to his.

You could feel his lips shaking against yours and pulled away. Marcel slowly opened his eyes to see you blushing a little bit yourself.

"T-that was my f-first kiss." He stuttered and you glanced around the coffee shop.

"Wanna know something?" You asked as he nodded subconsciously gripping your hands tighter. "You were my first kiss to."