It had been three months now since we have been living together, but seven years that me and Daryl have actually been together romantically. We finally admitted that we had feeling for each other when we were 15 years old. It was right after Karate practice on the walk home that I couldn't keep my feelings inside anymore and blurted out that I like him.

*** 7 Years ago

"You ready to go?" I asked Daryl just as he was giving his thanks to our sensei for a great class."yes, just give me a second to grab my bag" he replied as he bowed to sensei then disappeared into the changing room to get his stuff.

I waited by the doors and said my goodbyes to my fellow classmates as they left the dojo, many of them asking if Daryl and I needed a lift home. I gave them all the same answer, " no thanks, its a nice night I think we are going to walk". Only one girl kept insisting that she drive us home, her name was Lori, everyone says she is quite fond of me. I told her that maybe next week I would take her up on her offer, She smiled and replied " please do, see you tomorrow at school", she walked away with a clear blush on her face.

Daryl finally emerged from the change room and walked towards me gesturing towards outside. I walked out the door with him close beside me. "she seems to like you a lot, that Lori girl". I smiled at the odd confession coming from Daryl. "I suppose she does" I replied with a smirk. "Shes cute, maybe you should ask her out". I was surprised to say the least that Daryl even mentioned a possible date with her. He looked jealous more then anything when he said it, but looked completely serious at the notion of me dating her.

I loved seeing him jealous, it meant he gave a damn about me. " Nah, I have my eye on someone much better then her". He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me like he was insulted I never told him, "that's the first I have ever heard of this, who is it?" he asked me but looked as if he didn't really want to know. He looked so sad That I couldn't stop myself from saying "you". He looked so shocked his mouth slightly ajar as if he was about to say something, then closed it again. He looked into my eyes searching for some clue as to if I was telling the truth.

I took this opportunity to lean in close so that I could feel his uneven breath against my lips. His eyes looked glassy as if he were tired and his eyelids were about to fall shut. I closed my eyes and leaned closer till I felt his lips against mine. They were softer then I had ever imagined, It wasn't my first kiss, but it was so chaste and brief it might as well have been. I pulled away after a few seconds even though I had to stop myself from wanting more. His eyes were open and he was staring at me like just seen a ghost.

Then did something I never thought I would see him do. He grabbed me and smashed our lips together, I closed my eyes and my hands darted for his hair. It was something I always loved about him, my fingers tangled into his shaggy brown locks and pulled him closer. His finger nails dug into my hips as he let out a moan. He pulled away and looked at me, "About time you told me" he said with a smug look on his face like he just won a race.