you were sitting on your balcony, hands intertwined and a smile on your faces. You were talking about something, and while you did you were drinking hot chocolate milk. It just felt right.
You drank, and a chocolate moustache appeared above your lip. Simon chuckled as he pointed at it and spoke in his sweet voice: "there's something on your face."
He wiped the chocolate away with his thumb, as you giggled in response. You waited for him to stop looking at your lips as though they were everything interesting, but before you knew he kissed you swiftly and softly on them.
Now you didn't mind him staring at them anymore.
"Well played," you chuckled as you came closer for an actual kiss. He gave in and kissed you again, his hand on your leg and the other behind your neck. He wasn't trying anything else but to kiss you, and neither were you.
You kissed him back, at first a bit hesitant because you didn't want to screw things up, but when he didn't stop you from kissing him you continued.