You had never dated anyone, let alone kissed anyone. It just wasn’t your thing. You never thought anyone would like you, but then, he did. Drew did.

He fell for you first, showing up every week at your door with flowers in his hands and a goofy grin that always made you laugh. He was your everything, and you were his.

It was inevitable that you would have your first kiss with him, the only question being when, and who would do it.

“Hey,” he said, turning to face you. The two of you guys were lying down on the hood of his car, your feet dangling off the edge. “Hi.” You breathed, your nose rubbing against his.

There was nobody with you guys, just you and him, alone. “Why did you fall for me?” You ask, your voice steady. He smiled, his eyes falling down to your lips, causing your stomach to do a cartwheel. Was he going to really do it? His hand found the back of your neck, his fingers getting lost in your hair.

“Because,” He began, moving his body closer, the warmth of his body giving you goosebumps. “You just…get me, you know? And no one has been able to do that, not in a long time.” He says, and before you know it, your lips are meeting his, the touch electrifying, sending shivers down to your toes.

His body moves even closer to you, closing the gap, and your fingers find his shirt, pulling his body into yours. “I love you.” You manage to say between the contact, foreheads touching. “I love you so much more, baby,” Drew mumbles back before pulling you back into him.