I remember that night. Cold weather outside, but the warmth in the house. The way the room smelled like hot apple cider and cookies baking in the oven. The way we sat in the room with the fireplace on. My body against his warm, hard stomach. We had always been friends, and we had always had these late nights of hanging out. This night had seemed different, the way I felt when I leaned against him, and the way it smelled in the warm house. It had made me feel jittery and I had butterflies all over in my stomach. I had never felt this before for anyone and it made me nervous. But I sat there and listened to his deep voice talk about the most random things. I remember looking up at him and watching his lips move fluently and his warm dark blue eyes staring into mine. I remember the way his freckles were neatly lined along his nose, and I always thought this was the cutest part of him. I remember the way his shiny brown hair laid on his head, just a little above his eyes. I would make little comments here and there. I remember getting into a conversation about my mother’s death, and how the big lump came into my throat, and me trying not to cry. Then the way he comforted me and held my hand. My eyes were misty and shiny, and I looked up at his dark blue eyes to calm me down. When I did this I saw his face getting closer to my face. I watched as his head started to turn, and I felt my own head turning. I remember the feeling of his warm lips pressed against mine. The way I moved in closer to him, and held to him tight. His big hands wrapping around my waist, and my hands going through his hair. I could smell his manly cologne, the way it made me feel safe. His strong muscles against my skinny arms. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. Beep. It was the cookies in the oven. I remember the way we both jumped and how awkward it had felt. I leaped off the couch and ran into the kitchen to take the hot, chocolate cookies out of the oven. I remember as I did this he followed behind me, like he would never leave me. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. His lips started to move and his deep voice followed. He asked me if it was okay what we had done, and I remember smiling the biggest smile ever and slowly moving towards him and giving him a kiss. When I had let go I nodded my head and slowly said the word “yes”. The look he gave me made a huge wave of happiness and love flow through me. I remember that day like it was yesterday.