A/N: Read the whole thing before reviewing please! It comes full circle at the end. Thank you!
July
1. mouth (1 hour before)
My heart beats.
Koushirou is laughing at a stupid joke I made. His dark eyes are warm and hold his smile in place. We're in my room, it's a Thursday night, and we're sitting on my bed playing a computer game on Koushirou's laptop. As my brown eyes lock and stay locked with his black, my insides burn like I've swallowed fire. All of a sudden, I can't help myself. His lips are still stained with a slight blue tint from another popsicle and I want to taste it. Want to taste him. I notice that he's suddenly gone very still and silent, and I realize that I've been subconsciously leaning in. My bravery rips through my veins and I follow through, the only thing I can do at this point, and press my lips gently against his. It's hesitant but purposeful and I mean all of it. I feel the shock run through his body; he didn't see it coming. He doesn't pull away though; he falls into it and softly accepts me. When I release him, panic floods through my body. I hadn't considered the aftermath- explaining myself, the possibility of rejection, and the hundred other scenarios that could happen in the next second, but before I can say something, he speaks.
"Finally," he says quietly with a hint of laughter in his voice. "I was getting sick of popsicles."
I blink. "Wait-" realization dawns on me. "…You did that on purpose?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, a small smirk twitching on his lips.
I'm speechless, so I kiss him again.
