It's the average relationship to be cuddling, kissing, holding hands, but something about teenage relationships and doing the exact thing isn't near the same. It's more exciting, it's more heated. The first shocks of your partners touch on your skin could be a feeling to die for.

You and Clapton had pretty much done it all in your year of dating, and thank god Clapton wasn't boring you. Every hug, every touch seemed like it had began all over again. Every play fight, every grumpy argument over who would be the big or small spoon would still make you giggle.

You came over for a sleepover, which was the average every weekend. You and Clapton already did the fun stuff, making dinner together, having a mini food fight, and now it was time to chill.

The songs played quietly from his radio in the dimly lit room. You laid against each other, watching some shitty action movie Clapton had put in the background.

His gaze finally averted to you, your eyes, your lips, giving you a small look before pressing his lips against yours.