Your bestfriend, Damien, spent the entire evening dreaming about his crush. Rambling on about her to you.. Seriously, every single day. For hours, expressing how perfect and flawless she was. How she was the most beautiful girl in the world. How he could see her being his wife someday.

And after every single weight of his words, profuse with struck attention and admiration, your heart cracked and tore just a little more. Because the worst part was he bore his eyes on you the entire time he talked about her. His head settled on your lap.

"Then I said fuck it," He muttered. “And did what constantly thinking about ever gave a shred of justice." Your pulse hastened as you tried abating the panic there, taking a breath. "What do you mean?" You muttered out. — He licked his lip thoughtfully. “I kissed her." Your mouth part in defeat. "Oh." Was all you could say.. "Really?"

“Really.” He whispered back. “I made sure I made it good for her.” You tightened a smile. It was clear he liked this girl to pieces, death, even. It just hurt, hearing how much he did from how much you liked him to pieces too, since third grade. But he was so happy and at peace .. so, "How was it?"

A soft dimple.. “The kiss?" You scoff subtly, rolling your eyes. "What else?" There was a punctuation passed between you two, and you opted he must've lost track of the thought of her again as your heart sunk completely. And then your body absolutely paralyzed when his fingers thread through your hair unpredictably, cradling your cheek so carefully. His soft lips capturing yours.

His fluid movements were breathtakingly savored, slow, and deep. When he broke the kiss, stubbornly so, you have to catch your breath. You, yourself and your entire heart shocked. "I don't know, beautiful girl," He cooed on your lips, "How was it?"