Chris was always one to take it slow. awfully slow in relationships. So much so that both of you have been dating about four months and haven't even kissed. It didn't frustrate you, or making you pissed off by any means. It was just... odd. But tonight, tonight was different. Chris had invited you over for dinner at his apartment in New York.

Finally, after a long walk, you made it to his door, of which he promptly opened it. He was dressed in a button up white shirt and black slacks that just completed how he looked. He ushered you in and lead you to the kitchen, showing off the dinner he prepared only ten minutes before.

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd be here just a little longer and all..." He muttered softly pulling a chair out for you.

The dinner was nice, romantic, everything you could've wished for. But towards the end there was a weird tension in the air and noticing how Chris avoided It by staring at the dimly lit candle, you could tell he felt the tension too.

"{{user}}, you know... we've been together for a bit now and all... and I think--" That was all that was said before he cut himself off, leaning over the table and capturing your lips in his down.