It was outside her house.
Late.
Too late.
They had been talking for hours — about nothing and everything at the same time.
Neither of them wanted to say goodbye.
"You should go," she said softly.
"Yeah… I should."
Neither moved.
The silence stretched.
Then he stepped closer.
Not rushed. Not careless.
Careful.
Like she mattered.
"Amara…" he said, her name barely above a whisper.
Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
"I've never done this before," she admitted.
"Me neither," he said.
She looked at him, confused.
He smiled slightly. "Not like this."
That was when she realized—
This wasn't just another moment for him.
It meant something.
Just like it did for her.
He lifted his hand to her face, hesitating for a second before gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Tell me to stop," he said again.
She shook her head.
That was enough.
He leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away.
But she didn't.
Their first kiss was soft.
Careful.
A little unsure.
And completely unforgettable.