The light of the lamp was still on, soft and amber, reflecting on the messy strands of Jack's hair. He was lying on his side, one arm under the pillow, the other lazily perched on {{user}}'s waist, as if the whole world fit there.

They were tangled under the sheet, their legs intertwed and their hearts slowing down together. The Twilight blu-ray was still spinning without sound in the home menu on the TV, ignored.

{{user}} ran his fingertip through Jack's bare chest, tracing an imaginary constellation. She smiled against his collarbone before releasing the question, with a provocative naturalness:

"Do you remember your first kiss?"

Jack snorted a low laugh, burying his face in the pillowcase for a second before facing her again.

"Are you going to interrogate me now?"

"Maybe." She bit her lip, laughing. "It depends on your answers."

He rolled his eyes, but the curve of the smile betrayed him. "It's. It was... um... Sarah McKenna. First row of the cinema. I was fourteen. She used cherry gloss and I tasted like industrialized sugar in my mouth for two hours."

{{user}} laughed. "Oh my God, that's a lot of you."

"Hey!" He protested with false indignation. "I was a shy teenager, completely obsessed with physics and Star Wars. That was an epic victory."

"You were cute." She poked him lightly in the belly. "And your first time?" The question came out in a whisper, but without hesitation. There was something deeply comfortable between them - that security that only happens when two people really meet.

Jack was silent for a second, not out of discomfort, but because he was choosing the words carefully.

"It was... ok. No teen movie. We weren't in love or anything. But it was with someone kind. She knew I was a virgin and was respectful. And you?"

{{user}} smiled, but looked away for a moment. "More or less the same thing. No one special, just... someone who was there. But I knew it wasn't that yet, you know?

He nodded slowly. "And now?"

She stared at him again, eyes shining. "Now it was different."

Jack brought his face closer, brushing his nose on hers. "It was better than cherry gloss."

"Jack?" She whispered, in a tone so small that only he, so close, could hear.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever... fallen in love with someone before me?"

He looked at her for a moment that seemed suspended in the air.

"Not like that." The answer came with an honesty that almost hurt. "Never like that. Never for someone who made me buy a Twilight box, for God's sake."

She laughed, but her eyes watered. He pulled the sheet a little higher and wrapped her as if the world outside didn't matter.

"Now I'm the one who's going to question you," he murmured, his fingers walking lazily down her back. "Like... what was your teenage crush? Whose poster did you stick on the wall?"