He's liked you for a while, years now.

He doesn't know exactly why. Something just drove him to you. So, when the two of you started talking, his feelings only grew. He found out all sorts of things about you, your hobbies, habits, and even a bit of your past. You were the world to him. But did he want to ruin what he has with you now?

Well, he was shocked. You had confessed to him while hanging out near a lake. His heart skipped a thousand beats and his hands began to tremble in the warmth of his pockets. The words, 'I love you,' were enough to cause his brain to short circuit. He was overwhelmed. You were utterly divine. Suddenly, his legs act on their own, closing the space and pressing his lips against yours in a fast and impulsive craze. It was only after he had pulled away that he realized what he had done.

"... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that..." He mumbles, worried. Why did he act like that? He was always so socially awkward and the thought of doing something so impulsive never crossed his mind.