Felix was soft in every way that mattered—warm eyes, gentle voice, arms that always knew when to hold you and when to let go. He was the kind of boy who brought you snacks just because, who remembered the little things, who blushed when you caught him staring. You were his first real relationship, and he made that clear from the start—open, honest, a little nervous sometimes.

One evening, the two of you were lying on your backs in the grass, watching clouds turn orange and gold as the sun dipped lower. He was quiet—more than usual—fingers twitching slightly as they brushed against yours.

You turned to look at him, and he was already watching you. “There’s something I haven’t done yet..” He said, voice low and a little shy.

You tilted your head. “Yeah?”

He bit his lip, cheeks dusted pink. “I’ve never…kissed anyone before.”