I rested my head on his shoulder as a montage in Letters to Juliet, my favorite movie, began.
"Please, remind me why we're watching a chick flick." His dazzling eyes stared into mine and as he put his arm around me, my heart melted.
"Because I'm a chick, and you let me pick the flick. Besides, this is one of my favorite movies." I smiled and rested my hand on his chest, then brushed his knee. I positioned myself towards him and pulled the blanket a little closer to me.
As the montage to Love Story played on, I looked around me. It was a beautiful and chilly September evening. The sunset was peeking through the shades of his back patio windows. It was dim enough to see the movie, but the candlelight was strong enough to see the features of his face.
It's a love story, baby, just say yes. He leaned over to stroke my cheek and brush the hair off my face. My heart started pounding faster. He held the small of my back and tilted my head toward his. He brushed my cheek, then his soft lips found mine. I could see sparks fly as my lips pressed against his. There was nothing else in the moment but the kiss; it was passionate and carefree, daring and careful.
He pulled away, but I wanted more. I kissed him again, this time more aggressive. I ran my fingers through his soft, curly hair, and he twirled locks of mine. He pinned me down on the couch and kissed until we had to stop for air. He started to unbutton my shirt, but I pulled a curl of his hair back with a mishchevious smile. I kissed him again, pushing him back so that I would be on top. He paused to stare at my slightly open and revealing shirt with a smirk. He kissed me again, this time more aggressive than ever. He tried to feel up the back of my shirt, but I stopped him by pulling away.
"My lips are sore." I ran my fingers through his hair once more.
"Mine too." He said with his trademark smirk. "I like it when you play with my hair."
Despite my remark about my lips, he kissed me again. But this time, it was different. He brushed his tongue on my lips. He put my head in his hands and explored my mouth with his tongue slowly and softly. I held his neck with one hand and played with his hair with the other. His hands, earlier at my hips, slid lower. Our bodies and lips pressed together. The kiss said it all. I pulled away and smiled. He smiled back.
"You said your lips were sore. You never said anything about your tongue."
I laughed. By now the credits were rolling and Colbie Calliat was singing What If.
"What if we were made for each other?" I sang along. The lyrics went perfectly with .. well, us.
"Born to become best friends and lovers." He smiled. Our foreheads met. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I breathed. Our lips were like magnets.
Colbie sang on, "I want to stay right here, in this moment, over and over and over again." <3
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