Feb 10
"History is not what happened, it is what you can remember." - W.C Sellar and R.J. Yateman.
"Best kiss ever?"
"Last week."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"Prove it."
She smiled broadly, happy to indulge in his request. "You looked at me like you wanted to say something but you changed your mind. Instead, you kissed me. It didn't matter that it was raining and that we were soaked through and shivering. You wrapped your coat around me and told me you loved me. It was perfect." She brushed her lips over his to emphasise her point. "When was yours?"
"Our first kiss."
She laughed, blushing. "You can't be serious."
He nodded solemnly, fighting to keep a straight face. "You were half-asleep and easily the most pissed off I've ever seen you. You were wearing my shirt and your hair fell down past your shoulders." He smiled at the memory. "You tasted of jam and I couldn't quite understand why because I couldn't think of anything else except kissing you."
"It was the only thing in the cupboard." She scoffed, shaking her head. "I knew I should have brushed my teeth straight after I'd eaten."
He kissed her neck, letting his tongue trail along her collarbone.
"The closest we've ever got to getting caught?" She asked, closing her eyes as his fingers kneaded the muscles at the base of her neck.
"That one time in the elevator a few years ago." He smiled into her skin, remembering the rush as they'd desperately tried to rearrange their clothes.
"That one was your fault."
"You kissed me."
"You told me you couldn't live without me." She argued, running her hands through his hair. He nodded, silently agreeing.
"Regret anything?"
She bit her lip, contemplating an answer. "Leaving you."
"You're here now." He pulled her closer, kissing her hair.
"Yes I am." She smiled, knowing there was nowhere else she'd rather be.