Dakotah’s POV

I’ve been hanging out with the quiet girl. Ever since I invited her to sit with me at lunch, I haven’t been able to stop looking for her in every situation.

Her laugh is beautiful, a sound I always want to hear. Her kindness is heart warming, her intelligence is inspiring.

I think I’m in fucking love.

She’s been hanging out with me and my friends a lot lately.

Tonight, I wanted it to be just us, so I collected the courage to ask her.

That brings me to now: in the kitchen, watching her roll out the cookie dough.

Her brows draw tough when the dough doesn’t work the way she pulls it. It’s cute..

I move closer, leaning my chin on her shoulder.

“Want to make one?” She asks, referring to the shapes.

“I’d love to.” I smile, taking her place in front of the baking sheet.

She watches my hands, the opposite of when I was watching her.

I shape the dough into a heart, turning to her after. That’s when she leans up on her tippy-toes to place her soft lips on mine.

I melt into her, cupping her face when she tries to break the kiss.

After a minute, she pulls away to breathe.

Her making the first move made me fall in love all over again.