"Ian!" I laughed hysterically. "Ian, stop, I can't take it!" I heaved out between gasping and laughs that clenched my stomach tightly, lightly slapping his arm away.

"Oh? wait, was it you who said they weren't ticklish earlier or was that someone else?" Ian sarcastically smirked and furrowed his eyebrows as he slowed down with his quick movements with his hands.

"Okay! I lied!" I laughed. "Now get off of me; I have to clean the room," I said in between laughs while attempting to get up. Ian was hovering over me and still hasn't moved an inch away from my face.

"Ian," I softly hummed.

"What?" he softly replied, his eyes wandering my face.

I know for sure I am smitten, for some reason, his gaze still makes me nervous, but I love every second of it.

"Are you going to kiss me now?" I practically blurted.

Ian a bit taken aback and slightly raised his eyebrows.

"What? we were both thinking it." I smiled and reached out to touch his hair and run my hands through it.

"I know, but we had a buildup to it, you know... tension." Ian smiled.

"Sorry, I ruined it." I breathed out.

My shirt was slightly open as my chest rises and falls; as we became quiet again, we started to really look at each other; I noticed a faded somewhat scar on his cheekbone and each strand of the color of his hair how the light in the room casts a slight shadow on his face.

His gazes flutter, and as he scans my face to my chest, it suddenly feels like the room became so much hotter, and it felt like summer, which immensely contrasted with the usual cold winter weather.

I leaned up slowly and moved my hands down from his hair and touched his cheek; I feel my heart racing as I inched my face as close as possible to his, our lips nearly touching, and Ian closed the gap with his lips slowly latched onto mine.

That moment will always live with me. There are moments in life where I wish I could just capture it in a time-capsule and always go back to it. Not recalling it from memory as most of the details fade away, but there is one detail I always remember, and it was how he felt, and I felt. It is something that I would thank the Gods for letting me experience. What did I do that made me so blessed to have someone like him in my life?

It was a feeling I wish everyone in the world had experienced.

So here is my story.