He held on tight to my hand as I quietly led us upstairs, peeking down the hallway to see that thankfully, my mom had closed her door.

"Okay, she's probably sleeping." I whispered. "But you still have to be quiet." He smirked back at me.

"I'll try."

I pulled him into my room, shutting the door behind us when I instantly felt his hands on my hips, turning me around and pulling me into a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back harder, moving him back towards my bed until we toppled over, me now falling on top of him.

He let out a giddy laugh, to which I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, giggling to myself.

"Shh!" He smiled back up at me, his eyes lighting up as I felt his smile grow against my palm.

"Sorry." He whispered, reaching up for me, pulling me back into another deep kiss. My heart started beating faster as his hands moved into my hair, kissing me back harder.

I moved my hands up his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of him, tossing it onto the floor. He then instantly reached around, unzipping my dress and grabbing me by the waist, quickly positioning himself over me. My heart jumped, my body feeling like it was on fire now as he slid off my dress, and tossed it onto the floor. His hands were so warm as they glided up my body, his kisses traveling from my stomach to my chest, up my neck and to my lips again.

Kissing him felt nostalgic; like an old 80's movie. Like driving off into the sunset with the love of your life. Like raising your fist to the sky when you finally got the girl. He was a moment frozen in time, but I was lucky enough to get to relive him over and over for the rest of my life.

"I love you so much." He sighed, his kisses getting harder against my neck, his hands slowly moving up my arms until they found mine, tightly intertwining our fingers, pressing them further down into the bed.

"I love you." I said, now feeling like my heart was about to burst as his lips moved down to my chest again; I was sure he could feel it. The lower he got, the more I was wondering what he was willing to do, now trying my best to shake any thoughts of past experiences.

"Josh, I-"

"Can I?" He asked, looking back up at me. I hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, feeling my cheeks burn as he smiled back up at me. Part of me wasn't sure, knowing, or at least.. suspecting that he hadn't done this before, and the last thing I wanted was for things to end up the way they did our first time, but we were learning together, and that meant trying new things.

And it was better than I could have ever imagined.

I wasn't nervous or overthinking or caught up in the many 'what if's' of what could happen, I just effortlessly drifted off as he disappeared under the blanket, making me feel things that I had never felt before, tightly gripping onto his hair, containing my moans as much as I could, but that only made him try harder, as if determined for some form of vocal satisfaction. But finally a sharp breath escaped from my mouth at the sudden rush that surged throughout my entire body, to which he took as a job well done, confidently reappearing with an enthusiastic grin.

I reached over, pulling him back up towards me.

"That was amaz-"

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet." He smirked, leaning back into a passionate kiss, pushing me back against my pillow. I kissed him back harder, tangling my fingers in his hair as I felt him again, gasping at the instant pleasure, rapidly building with every thrust, matching his equally sharp breaths, hot and needy against my neck as he buried his face within. Digging my fingers into his back, I could feel it, building, building, building, before finally erupting into a paralyzing rush, clinging to him for dear life as I let it take over me, letting out an instinctive moan, to which he quickly masked with is own, pulling me into a deep kiss where our cries of lust trickled down into each other's mouths, coating them in fulfilled passion and fervor.

When he finally found the strength, he rolled over next to me, instantly reaching out and pulling me up against him, wrapping one arm around me while the other found its way back into my hair, pulling me in, pressing his lips against my forehead. He was quiet, silently trying his best to catch his breath until he finally flashed me a tired smile.

"How was that?" He asked playfully, though seemingly already knowing the answer. Even still, he deserved to hear it. But I had no words, nothing that could fully convey how I felt for him in that moment, how everything I had once thought to be true was suddenly meaningless, because I knew every preconceived notion I had once had about love was nothing. Nothing in comparison to what I was submerged within now; there was no word for it, because until now, I was convinced that no one had ever felt this before, because no one was ever lucky enough to be us.

I pulled him into a long kiss, my mind still in a fog, unable to form a complete sentence let alone one worthy enough for him. He kissed me back despite his lovestruck grin that I prayed never went away, because I don't think I could handle another day without him looking at me like this.

It was hard to believe, after that first time, that we were even the same people.

Where did that come from?

"I'm gonna take that.. as good?" He asked, giggling to himself. I nodded, biting down on my lip, holding my stare on him. But he could tell my mind was already starting to race.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, gently brushing the hair out of my face. I hesitated, not wanting to ruin this moment with my constant over thinking, but I just had to know.

"Josh, I.. I know it's not.. well, I guess considering, it's not really my business.."

"What is it?"

"I just.. and.. well, you don't have to tell me-"

"It's okay, Jaime. What is it?"

"Have you ever.. been with anyone else?" I asked, practically forcing it to leave my lips, but I instantly regretted it, knowing how much a specific answer would leave me shattered, despite how hypocritical that was.

He shook his head, his smile growing.

"No." He said simply. "Just you."

"I know I have no right asking it's just, well.."

"Well what?" He laughed, I'm sure knowing where I was going with this.

I sighed, sitting up to face him, pulling the blankets over me to cover up. He held that same dazey-eyed lovestruck grin as he propped his head up onto his hand, reaching over and gently grazing his fingers up and down my leg.

"It was.. really good." I giggled, hiding my face behind my knee. He giggled to himself, leaning in, pulling me into a gentle kiss.

"Well, I'm glad." He sighed.

"So, I guess.. I just.. well, how.." He sighed, his cheeks burning red.

"Well.. I.. I was.. terrified of reliving that first time so, I.. I might've.. looked some of that up." I couldn't help but smile, feeling like a giant weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

"Did it work?" He asked. I nodded, my face now feeling like it was on fire.

"Oh thank god." He laughed, hiding his now blushing face in my pillow. I cuddled close to him, maneuvering myself back under his arm. He instantly pulled me back in, tightly wrapping his arms around me.

"I told myself that.. if I was ever lucky enough to get to be with you like this again.. I wanted to make sure that.. it was good. Good enough to where you never wanted, or.. even thought about anyone else.. ever again."

And in that moment I knew..

I never would.