Darling, you'll be okay

When we returned to school on Monday, Tristan and I were inseparable. Knowing an intimate detail about him changed things. He was even more perfect than I had thought.

I had one worry. Friend zone. Friend zoning is the worst. I know if he calls me his "friend" then all my feelings will be in vain. We connected instantly when we met, but will he view me as friend material?

Even with the doubts In mind, I can't stop thinking of the electricity I felt when he placed my hair behind my ear. He did it so tenderly and sweetly. His fingers brushed across my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth. I thought I saw more in his eyes than friendship, but how could I be sure?

"Lena..." He said my name. Oh how my name fit so perfectly in his mouth. He spoke it with such care. I had heard many people say my name throughout my lifetime, but only he could make it sound like poetry. Only he could make it sound so damn special.

I turned to him, "hmm?"

"Would you be willing to go for a walk with me after school?" Where? Oh, who am I kidding? I don't care. I'd walk anywhere with him.

"Sure," I said, smiling warmly at him.

"Awesome," he half smiled. Was it just me, or did his hands shake a bit? Was he nervous?

After school, I searched the courtyard and found him in the usual spot. He grasped my hand and began walking, I followed, trying not to focus too much on the tingling in my hands.

"People might think we're dating with you holding my hand," I teased. Did I say that out loud? Shit.

"I wouldn't mind," Tristan said, and winked at me. Sweet Jesus.

He led me to the small park across from the school. He guided me over to a bench. And we sat down.

"I have to tell you something..." He began. His hands shook. He was sweating bullets.

"Yes?" I asked.

He looked extremely nervous. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Instead, he cupped my face gently, looked into my eyes, and brought his lips softly to mine. He had rightfully claimed my first kiss.

I closed my eyes and allowed the warmth to wash through my body. This was my first time feeling whole. I felt like, for once in my life, I was where I belong.

Heaven does exist.

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