It was yesterday. It was beautiful. Jesus, I love her.
We were watching a movie on her bed. Sounds sketchy, I'm sure. But we've been best friends for the whole school year, though, so it wasn't quite as forward as it sounds. But there we were, watching Titanic on her laptop.
It was freezing in that bedroom, and as images of frostbitten seafarers bobbed across the screen, the temperatrue seemed to drop another ten degrees. She edged closer and closer to my arm, tears brimming in her eyes from that heartbreakingly sad movie. I'm usually quite warm to the touch, and she was always playfully stealing my body heat. She did that now, tucking her hands into the crook of my elbow.
When the movie was over, we were both close to tears. She squeezed my arm, which she was still holding, and closed the laptop. I rolled over onto my back, staring at the ceiling, getting close enough to her to feel her heartbeat, hear her breathing quietly.
She rolled over to face me, and kissed me gently on the cheek. We'd done that before. I turned to look her in her spectacular green-gray eyes, ran my hand up her arm and to her jaw, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. She whimpered as I leaned back from the kiss, then sat up partway, leaned over, and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. I'm not sure what about it was so incredible, maybe just that it happened in the first place, but I know what I'll never forget about it:
My first kiss.
Her first kiss.
Somehow, despite our inexperience, it was beautiful and breathtaking and has taken its rightful place among the top 5 most passionate kisses of all time. Or at least in my book... | 
