"I want my first kiss to be special, the two of us alone, watching the sun as it sets, as the fireflies float as the darkness looms around"
"That's too cheesy" you commented.
I rolled my eyes at you.
Then I felt your lips on my lips,
"We don't need those kinds of settings just to make a kiss special, it's special as long as you're the one I'm kissing" you said with that grin that made me fall in love with you.
"Oh shut up" I just said, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks.
♡
The other day I was sitting on the beach reading my book, tanning, and listening to my music when a boy came over and laid beside me on my blanket.
He pulled an earphone out of my ear and smiled at me. "My friends didn't believe me that I could make you smile, or laugh. I get fifty bucks if I can make the prettiest girl on the beach laugh," he told me.
I blushed and smiled. "You're talking to the wrong girl," I said shyly.
"Oh, you're shy," he said and brushed a strand of hair from my face. He leaned close to my face and whispered with minty breath. "I haven't taken my eyes off you since I got here four hours ago," he told me.
I grinned and he sat up and I did too.
"Well, make me laugh, I want you to get fifty bucks," I told him.
"Where's your boyfriend?" He asked.
And I laughed. "Good one, you did it."
"You don't have a boyfriend?" He said in shock. He was serious. I blushed and looked at him shyly.
"You're the first guy that's ever thought I was pretty."
He cupped my face. "Sweetheart, I think you're breathtaking," he said and pressed his lips against mine.
"How much money do you get for kissing the prettiest girl on the beach?" I asked breathlessly.
He chuckled. "I don't know, you're priceless," he said and kissed me again.
♡
I work at a coffee shop and it's hard to please everyone.
Including my coworkers. I do everything I can to make it easier on all of us.
I just wish that the others would try.
There's this guy that is probably a 12.5 on the attractive scale of 10 (at least on my attractive scale) and he comes in each day and orders an iced coffee with mocha caramel and sugar. I'm often the one to make his coffee and pass it off to him sometimes making small talk, so I usually have it ready as he passes his card to my coworker.
One day I was washing the floor when my coworker ordered me rudely back behind the counter. I put the wet floor sign up but then without heeding it's warning I slipped right on my back.
My coworkers immediately groaned at me (I'll admit, I am a bit of a klutz).
But the attractive guy came right over and helped me to my feet.
And ever so smoothly, he smiled at me and said dripping with as much sweetness as his coffee had, "I've been waiting for you to fall for me."
And I smiled at his cheesiness and I blushed shyly as I headed behind the counter.
And my coworker jealously offered to make his coffee since I'm a klutz.
And for the second time in the day he made me blush again when he said. "She's not a klutz," he rolled his eyes. "And I like the way she makes coffee, it tastes the best. Thank you gorgeous," he said and pulled my hand so I leaned across the counter so he could kiss my cheek and leave without another word.
But of course, he came back the next day. And he slipped on the floor. "I could sue you," he said with a grin. "And I'd own the shop."
"Wouldn't be me," I said bravely. "I just work here."
"Well, I guess I'd own you," he winked. But that sounded so good.
I shook my head and stared at him. "You've got to stop falling for me," i said yet again braver than I felt.
And he laughed and pulled my lips down to his.
