Remember when you first met me?” Liam asks, a certain sparkle in his eyes as I lied on his lap. I smiled back. “Yeah, you thought I was a lesbian.” I laugh as I played with his short brown hair that glistened in the light we sat in. “Yeah well, you still sort of are one.” Liam says, refusing to admit it as I ran through the memory of our first encounter. “Yeah, and you’re still a moron.” I smiled as I lean up to kiss him on the lips.