Kisses, lips, hands, touch. These were a few of my favorite things. My life for the past five days had been a dream. Filled with secret meetings, stolen kisses, and breathless moments. Any way we could find to be together we were. Any place, any time. I had never been so happy in my life. We couldn’t keep our hands or mouths off each other. It was pure bliss. To be wanted, desired, hungered for. It was exhilarating and I was soaking it all in. In this bubble only good things happened, we talked about everything, our families, our friends, even our future, but we avoided ever bringing up the eventual consequences that loomed ahead of us if our perspective groups found out about our relationship. But I had more important things to focus on, like the way the light hit his eyes when he laughed, giving them a hazelnut hue. I was infatuated and I knew he felt the same.