i realised ive been counting the days wrongly because i didnt include sunday D:

anyway

you, me and in hand at the beach.

on the sea wall/ whatever. cuddling, doing what were most comfortable doing

in the very comfortable silence.

wind blowing, your hair flying, still looking as beautiful as ever.

it was perfect. you were perfect.

the sound of the waves, crashing against the seawall,

some crabs crawling about...

the afternoon sun...

there was barely anyone around.

im your embrace,

i was nuzzling against your neck.

placing kisses up your jawline

i knew your desire and you knew mine.

but we were both too shy to initiate anything.

our lips would be so close, like how they always were.

but youll always turn your head away, like all the other times.

your scent on your skin.

i think im addicted to it.

my hand were on your hips, constantly travelling up your body and down again.

like how i always do.

your fingers hooked into pockets, pulling me closer into you.

my nose scraping across your cheeks to your ear and i whispered,

"can i kiss you?"

you gulped.

i looked into your eyes for a sign of consent

you were scared, i was too. but i moved closer anyway.

then, your lips caught my bottom lip.

it was a shy kiss, slow, terrified, if felt so good.

it was brief, but there it was, my first kiss.

i caught your upper lip this time,.

there was no urgency.

just taking in the wonders of the kiss

your lips were soft, sweet, didnt taste of the lip balm you said you normally wore.

you shocked me by parting my lips with your tongue

and we just sat there

in tight embrace.

in a slow kiss.

and then, i woke up.

the weird thing is that... i dont want to fuck you.

i would be contented in kissing you, forever.