~2~
A few erratic thrusts, thats all he can manage.
He feels like a teenage boy, finally with his first love. All awkward fumbling, sloppy kisses.
It's embarrasing.
She deserves so much more.
She deserves better than him.
But she looks at him, like he had hung the moon.
Her hands come up, stroking his sweaty bangs from his eyes, cupping his cheek.
Smiling at him.
The fuckin' smile. The smile, that always gets him.
"You know, what's the best about round 1?" she whispers.
"It will lead to round 2!"
And with that, she kisses him with all she has.
