She woke up and smelt something cooking. She smiled. He cooked, too. Could he be more perfect? Emerging from her room, she looked at him cooking. He already was more perfect. She knew, because she also now knew he slept shirtless. "Good morning."
He jumped and turned around, showing the front of his body to the blonde on the other end of the room. And she enjoyed it. He couldn't be more perfect. Physically, emotionally, everything. He was perfect. "Oh, hello…" He laughed awkwardly, as though he had forgotten she was there. His shoulder-length white hair almost drew her attention from his physique. Almost. His shoulders shook as he laughed and he looked to his bedroom door. "I'll go and get dressed."
She shook her head. "Don't bother. I didn't finish paying you last night." He looked confused. She walked in slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck. She followed through with her face, her lips. A proper and true kiss. She pressed herself into him, feeling his body against her and his lips against hers. He was warm and firm under her, keeping her pulled and locked in. It wasn't really needed. They locked against each other automatically. It wasn't really their choice. They could have tried to pull apart, but they couldn't have, really. She felt his muscles tense and loosen as she renewed her passion, her tongue wrapping gently around his, completing this moment of total bliss. First love number 5002: success. She had tried and tried and tried, and finally she had found the one, and she knew he felt it too. She pulled away, gasping for breath, exhilarated, all while staring deeply into his eyes. So deeply that she failed to notice the blush spreading all over his tanned skin, radiating from his high cheekbones, filling up the structure that formed his perfect face. She only noticed his brilliant blue eyes. And something strange in them – almost confusion. Just the slightest glimpse, before it faded into the same excitement she felt. They had shared something, something intangible. But more than either of them knew. She leant back in, and he tensed ready for another kiss. "Let's go storm the Louvre." And then they went back to the bliss, back to the kiss. They kept kissing as their breakfast burnt behind them. And neither of them ever knew.