A/N I know it's been a while. I sort of lost all inspiration half way through this chapter, and I just couldn't write anything. But, I feel like writing again, so better late than never! Also I may start posting a new story soon, so please keep an eye out for that. Now on with the story. Enjoy, DustEyes xx

In all the greatest romance novels, the first kiss is always described as feeling like you're being set on fire, having electricity pulsed through you, losing all control or thought of what your body is doing, but this kiss was the opposite. When Craig's lips touched mine I wanted to let myself feel such things, but I could not clear my mind from my insecurities and doubts. So I froze. I was completely unresponsive.

Craig pulled away with his eyes locked on mine. I could tell he was trying to unravel any emotion hidden in my expression, but I revealed nothing still unsure of how to feel. I wished I could show him how I felt, but I hadn't figured it out for myself. He was so different and trusting in me. Something kept telling me to ignore any logic in my mind and I was increasingly tempted to do just that, because…I do like him. I could maybe even love him if I gave myself the chance.

He still sat looking at me and my blank face was unchanged. I instantly recognised the hurt that flashed in his eyes. It made my heart stammer and I immediately wanted to take his hurt away. So without giving my doubts a chance I put my arms around his neck, secured my fingers in his hair and pulled his face to mine.

This time there was an immediate reaction as my lips reached his. I felt it all at once. I felt everything I had ever heard described. First came the electricity, then the fire in my blood and soon I lost all control as the thoughts in my mind lost track of the actions of my body. Craig's arms wrapped around my waist, and everywhere he touched felt like it was burning. The kiss was exciting and enthusiastic, then it calmed and Craig tugged on my lip with his teeth playfully. Our tongues waltzed together slowly, and I savoured his taste and his warm, woodsy smell. It was only as the kiss was calming down that I realised I was sitting on Craig's lap, crushed against his chest.

He slowly pulled back and I began to feel suddenly dizzy. Breathe, I reminded myself. Craig's arms were still wrapped around me and he began to smirk at me.

"Okay," he spoke slowly, "I was going to apologise for kissing you, but after that I think the blame's on you." He chuckled and I blushed and smiled in response. "So," Craig shifted so that I was sitting back down beside him, but still curled up close, "what does this mean?"

Let's cue the classic awkward moment of 'Are we in a relationship? Are we just friends? Are we fooling around?' It's times like this I'm glad that I can't talk, because this is the sort of moment where words can go very wrong. I shrugged my shoulders and avoided Craig's eyes, knowing that if I looked into the grey whirlpools I wouldn't have a hope of looking away.

He sighed, "I'm just going to say it," Oh God, I bet he regrets it, "I want to be around you in whatever way possible. Whether it's as a friend or a…" he hesitated and bit his lip, "a something more. I'd rather get to know you in a way that's more than just a friend, but I don't want to pressure you into a decision that isn't right for you, so spare my feelings with your answer."

I felt so confused as his soft, deep voice trailed off. I was stunned by what he had said. He wanted me? As a friend and as his girlfriend. Then I saw it. I saw Craig and I together like a road in my mind. It was so uncertain and vulnerable and intimidating, but at the same time it was spontaneous, exciting and breathtakingly beautiful. I was torn. The impulsive side of me was screaming for me to go for it, while my logical self was shooting a dark warning.

Suddenly I knew where to find my answer. I shot my head up to see his eyes, but his head was bowed, avoiding my gaze as if he was bracing himself for my rejection. His dark waves of hair were covering his eyes and so I reached out with my free hand and pushed his hair to the side, causing him to look up at me. As soon as I saw his eyes once more I knew I had chosen. I wanted him – as much as is humanly possible to get anyway.

I allowed myself a moment to take in his features. I liked the way his hair waved messily and hung just above his eyes. His cheeks were flushed which made him look even more beautiful, and his lips were swollen from the kiss. I saved his eyes for last, just drowning in them. Then I put my lips softly on his to show him my answer, and I could feel him smiling. The kiss was short and slow, but at the same time it was sweet and intense. I knew he could feel my heart thumping against him, because he began to smirk and took my hand and pressed it over his heart to show me his was doing the same.

Then he just held me in the dark, my head resting on his chest as he tickled patterns up and down my arm with his fingers while I wished I could have stayed like that all night.

A/N Not the longest of chapters, but I just needed one chapter devoted to them getting together without dragging it out too much. Someone gave me a tip on using less commas and I tried to improve on that a bit, so tell me if that's any better? :) Review please?

! I decided to post the prologue to my new story, so take a peek at it. It's not very long, but I'll have it's first chapter up in a few days maybe? Please read it (I'll still be working on this story by the way) !