He placed my hands back down on the table, and reached for his wallet. Pulling out $40 for the food, he placed it under the plastic tab on the check holder. The waiter told us he'd be back with our change, but Liam told him just to keep it, giving him an extra tip. He was such a sweetheart. 

We both elevated from our seats before heading towards the door. Luckily, the movie theater was right across the street, so we planned on just walking there. As soon as we slipped out of the door, he grabbed my hand, holding it all the way to the theater. His hands started to sweat after the first two minutes of our connection, but I didn't mind at all.

We arrived at the movie theater, and sadly, he had to release my hand to hang limp by my side. I felt the cold begin to spread from my fingers to my head and then to the rest of my body. It's amazing how such a simple touch could ignite a warm fire that covered me like a blanket on a cold winter's day. 

He paid for our tickets, and then we headed into the chilly theater. "Would you like to buy some candy?" He already began to walk over to the concession stand before I had a chance to answer. "That would be amazing. Can I have the 'Buncha Crunches' please?" I said, turning towards the cashier. "And I'll take a pack of 'Reece's Pieces' and 'Twizzlers' please," Liam added to our order. How was he so fit, yet ate so much?

He handed the worker his money, received his change to then be shoved in his pocket, grabbed the candy, and then turned towards the entrance of the hall of theaters. He wove his fingers into mine again, reigniting the fire that was just put out moments before. I grabbed the tickets out of his pocket and handed them to the lady. I heard the sound of the tickets rip and grabbed them to have in my posession again. We turned to our right and entered the first movie theater on our left. There was hardly anyone in here, and we had already missed all the crappy previews. 

We sat in the middle of the theater in one of the rows with the metal bars in front of us to relax our feet on. Liam let go of my hand as we settled into our seats, but as soon we were comfortable he picked it up once more. The amount of time in between the touches was so minimal that I never had to experience the cold that I did before.

The movie started after a good five minutes of trailers and previews. 

20 minutes into the movie, Liam released my hand. I didn't want to look at him, because I knew he would be able to see the hurt settle over my face. But then he used both of his hands to push the arm rest between us up, placing his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. He was like a magnet I couldn't resist. 

I nestled into his chest, fitting perfectly like a missing piece to a puzzle. I could hear his heart beat and my head moved up and down in sync with it. After lying there like that for 15 minutes, my heart began to beat in rhythm with his. Up, down, up, down. 

I had to remind myself to breathe every once in a while, not only to keep myself calm but to maintain the steady beat of our hearts together. During a moment that made my blood curdle, I pressed my face into his hard pecks, allowing me to feel safe from anything and everything. When it was over, he placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my head up to meet his. His lips crashed into mine unexpectedly, allowing them to reunite, except this time, it was longer. Much longer.

Our lips explored every inch of the others, when all of a sudden I felt his tongue at the entrance of mine. I opened, allowing it into my mouth. I've never done this before, so I wasn't really sure what to do with mine, so I just moved it around with his a little bit. I could taste his dinner, which normally would make me gag, but I honestly didn't mind. I was very cautious as to what would cause me to make the wrong move, considering I was doing pretty well right now. 

Ten minutes and several gasps of air later, we allowed the other their freedom before I nestled back up into his chest. This couln't be going any better than it is right now. My lips were throbbing from the workout they had just received, not being used to doing anything of this sort. I've always dreamed of what it's like to make out with an actual boy, and I can definitely say it was amazing. 

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