Laughing, Zeke grabbed my hand and helped me up. After being thrown to the ground about four time sweat was dripping off of my forehead. He handed me a bottle of water and flopped himself on the couch. He was so tall his feet were hanging over the arm rest.
I pulled on his arm to make him sit up. He didn't budge. I pulled harder, but he still didn't move. Just as I was about to give up and sit on the floor he yanked on my arm and I fell with a squeal beside him. He grabbed my waist and tikled me until I was forced to squirm until I was facing him. His arms were still around my waist, and they encased me. My arms wound themselves around his neck. He leaned in, lips parted slightley.
Our lips met gentley and our arms tightened. It was sweet and loving. There were no tongues, no groping, and no sexual tension. This kiss, the first of many to come, was everything a first kiss should be. Memorable.
We pulled apart and his hand came up to cup my cheek tenderly. I smiled and hugged him. We held each other for what felt like forever. I knew right then that this was meant to be, that we were perfect. That HE was perfect.........
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