First Date

He was handsome. Kind brown eyes. Shaggy dark hair that framed a strong jawline. A little on the short side.

He asked if he could get my snap, I blushed in the Walmart.

On our first date he asked if he could kiss me. He's a gentleman, no one's ever asked to kiss me before. His lips were soft against my cheek, my stomach filled with warm butterflies.

"You are perfect." His voice held truth, admiration.

I blushed in the wooded park.

On our second date he didn't ask before kissing me. I thought nothing of it. His lips were soft against my cheek, my stomach filled with squirming maggots.

"Perfect for eternity." His voice held satisfaction. I blushed no more.