When we got to the beach he took a spare shirt out of his backpack for us to sit on, propped his skateboard up for us to lean on, and put his arm around my shoulder in an attempt to keep me warm. We just sat there for a few minutes appreciating the peacefulness surrounding us, before he made his move and went in for the kiss. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bit of an unemotional jerk, but while we were kissing I was laughing at myself a little and thinking, "Man, this is ridiculous. Why am I kissing this guy? I don't even like the way he kisses...I'm such a jerk." Then when he oh-so casually whispered, "I have a condom...sex on the beach?" I couldn't help but reply, "Unless you're talking about the drink, that's not happening." He laughed and didn't ask again and kept kissing me. I finally told him that I needed to go home and sleep, so we got back on the bus and casually chatted until his stop. At that point he hugged me and gave me a quick peck, I told him, "Bye, this was lovely." His reaction (which I know was an accident, but it's still hilarious) was, "I love you." I held it together until the bus pulled away, but then I laughed the rest of the ride home.
All in all, it was a great night of dancing and spontaneous kisses - possibly the best stress remedy combo in my opinion.
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