-Luke-

When Troy's lips were so suddenly on mine, I thought I had finally lost my mind. I thought I was just imagining things. It couldn't be real, right? I was never that lucky.

But no matter how many times I had imagined it to happen, I was never so good at the details. His weight on me, his hands in my hair, the taste of his saliva, his hot breath on my face, and his amazing scent flowing all around me... I couldn't imagine all that.

And when he moved his hips, rubbing my crotch... It was very much real. I had to make him stop or I would have embarrassed myself. Maybe he was ready for a kiss, but he sure as hell wasn't ready to know how much I wanted him.

"Let's stay virgin, okay?" I said, trying to lighten up the mood, so he wouldn't think I regretted it – I did not have any regrets.

"Mood-killer," he joked, and I laughed.

I tried to catch my breath while wrapping my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. I had never felt so happy in my entire life. When he rested his head on top of mine, that happy feeling only grew stronger. I felt his fingers behind my neck, massaging me lightly.

"For the record, I didn't hate it."

I nearly lost my ability to breathe when he said that, and I was already out of breath. I looked up at him, wishing with everything I got that I hadn't just dreamed about him saying that. He was smiling and pecked my lips shortly. I was so dumbfounded by everything that I was unable to kiss him back.

The next few seconds were a bit of a blur for me. My head had stopped working, and I could only stare at him. He was blushing lightly, staring back at me like he expected me to say something. Then I realized that he probably was waiting for me to say something.

"I... that..." I muttered and shook myself mentally to get a grip. "That was... great," I mumbled – I failed to get a grip.

Troy laughed and looked away with an embarrassed smirk on his lips. "Yeah, it was..."

I wanted to kiss him again, but I kept myself in line. Neither of us said anything in a while. He sat there on my lap, resting his hands on my shoulders, and I held him gently. I loved and feared that moment. Loved it, because he was there, and feared, because I had no idea what would happen next.

Then, he broke the silence with a hesitant voice, "Is it supposed to be this awkward?"

I laughed nervously. "Uh... I don't know... Yes?"

He chuckled and looked up at me. "We're horrible at this."

"That's a definite yes," I laughed.

"Well, at least we are aware of it," he said reassuringly. "I should probably get off your lap now."

"I don't mind if you stay," I shrugged, but he shook his head in amusement.

"We were supposed to be playing," he reminded me, and returned to sit next to me.

"Okay," I said quietly, and grabbed my controller. "My concentration is gone, but okay."

"Good, then it's going to be easy to beat your ass!" he said triumphantly.

"Ohh, is that so?" I chuckled.

"Uh-huh," he said and pulled his legs against his chest, starting a new round in the game. "Get ready to lose!"

"Fine – I'll just ignore you and win," I said and turned my attention to the TV. "I'm better at this game than you, anyway."

"Oh, really?" he said in a fake-evil voice. "Let's see about that."

I shook my head in amusement and the game started. Troy's car was faster than mine, but he was taking too many risks, so it was easy to keep up with him. I tried my best to focus, but just being there next to him was challenging. It wasn't easy to forget that we had just kissed, and a big part of me didn't even want to, even if it meant that I would lose. The game we were playing was not important.

So, he won. Obviously.

"Yes!" he yelled and stood up to perform some sort of a victory dance. "In your face!"

I was laughing at his enthusiasm. It felt kind of weird to be laughing so much, but then again, he always had that effect on me.

"I let you win," I said, and he snorted dramatically.

"Of course you would say that! You lost!"

I leaned back to see him fully. He stood right in front of me, holding his controller and smirking victoriously.

"I don't feel like I did," I said softly, tossing my controller onto the couch.

He blushed a little and looked away from me. He didn't say anything, but he didn't stop smiling either. It was a beautiful sight.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..." I muttered when the silence made me nervous.

"You didn't..." he replied, and looked at me. "I just have these brain freezes..."

"Oh... Why?" I asked with a frown.

"I... don't know why exactly, but..." he smirked and blushed harder, sitting back down next to me, "I think I'm starting to understand."

I was about to ask what he meant by that, but then he looked at me shyly and bit his lower lip nervously. He looked so kissable that I was almost unable to keep my urges under control. I feared that if I pushed him even a little bit he would change his mind.

Troy gave me a smile and nudged my arm. "This is when you're supposed to say something."

"I was going to, but..." he trailed off, taking a short glimpse of his lips. "You are distracting..."

"Thanks, I guess," he grinned.

"It's a good thing," I said reassuringly, and nudged him gently, testing if I was allowed to do that, since he was the one who started it.

"Unless you're driving," he joked, and nudged me back.

"Maybe I shouldn't drive with you on aboard," I replied, trying to shove him a little, but he grabbed my hand before I could.

"Are you making me walk?" he laughed. "Our second date better be at my house then!"

"Well, in that case, aren't we on our second date now?" I asked.

He thought about it for a moment. "Maybe," he then replied with a cunning look in his eyes.

I squinted my eyes. "Are you going to give me my hand back?"

Again, he was silent for a moment, and again his only answer was: "Maybe."

I laughed and shook my head. "You can have it, if you want."

"Good," he said absentmindedly, and looked at my hand that was on his lap. "I've never owned a hand before."

I had to laugh at the absurdity of his remark. "You are a weird guy, Tap Dancer."

"That is why you like me," he smirked.

"That is true," I nodded.

He didn't reply to me. He just stared at me, holding my hand. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but at least he still had a small smile on his lips. Then, he pulled me closer while leaning towards me. His smile grew warmer just before he pressed his lips on mine.

It had to be a dream, right?