Pairing: Written with PoynterJones in mind, but could be anything
Length: 100 words. Oh yes.
What do you call a date that's not a date? It wasn't an arranged date, a blind date, or even the edible kind of date. But as you stroked my cheek, and our lips met for the first time, I realised this was really our first date, and hopefully the first of many more.
I loved the way you flicked your hair out of your eyes every so often, and the way it tickled when you whispered to me.
I wish I could take a snapshot of that night and save it in my head forever. Our first proper date.
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