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And in this moment after I blinked it was like everything changed

and only a few songs from a silly musical came into my mind

'So this is love, mmm
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, mmm
And now I know (and now I know)
The key to all heaven is mine
My heart has wings, mmm
And I can fly
I'll touch every star in the sky

a few lyrics that described everything so

perfect

one small simple, stupid kiss turned immediately,  and it was all my fault.

but I didn't mind

Cause those damn lyrics sang along with me in my mind.

I was touch starved when it came to him. I just wanted to feel him and when he had finally given into my desperate attempts to touch him I shamelessly took advantage of the French boy. but this time my hands grabbed less with greed and more with something almost indescribable. Something that I admired and greedily wanted.

my hands grabbed with love.

He pulled his lips away only letting the kiss last two seconds, a messily kiss meant to put our feelings at bay through physical touch. That wasn't enough for me I had grabbed into the small of his back and pressed our lips together initiating a deeper kiss. One that included more than our lips, for the first time I licked his bottom lip. Zach gasped opening his mouth for a moment and I took a chance getting inside. Suddenly I stopped and rested my nerves. I pulled back and looked at him for a moment. Expecting shock or anger, but today a beautiful shade of pink rested on the French boys cheeks. It was like describing a perfect pink rose.

one in a sea of red that still managed to outshine the daring romantic shades of red in that sea. That pink was the only thing worth looking at, and the only rose worth picking. Zach looked flustered and moved forward kissing me again and I made sure this time would be one to remember.

He wasn't so shy anymore , he had excitement in his eyes.

His hand gripped mine tightly as we walked around the almost empty streets of New York. I would've expected him to pull away his hand by now but something kept them glued despite the cloth from zachs grey mittens. It wasn't that cold in New York but zach hadn't seemed to care, maybe wearing mittens were part of his dream. The truth was I was in love with Zach, I wanted to know everything about him. His stupid life without me, his family and even his plans after America. Though I didn't want him to go, this moment was meant to last forever.

Without drama, without harm, without stupid France and without august. I wanted to experience this thing that was making my stomach turn and jump and flutter. I wanted to experience love.

I looked to Zach as he starred at the shop window, Christmas decorations in a shop called the attic. It was Christmas themed and he was looking in at a tree, but all I could see was our reflection. I saw us holding hands, I smiled shyly and zachs mouth mimicked me. "You're so good to me. I'm so sorry." Zach spoke in a clear voice as his accent almost disappeared. I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. "I love being here with you. This is the best day I could've asked for." I said with a fond smile because I wasn't lying. Infact this was one of the best days I had shared with my French boy.