The First Time

He appeared at the door with a rose in his hand, those dimples carved deep in his cheeks. She smiled, a little flush to her cheeks. She had never even had to try to flirt, they were drawn like magnets. She pulled him inside, found some water for the flower. It had been two months, and he always seemed to surprise her with his kindness. He seemed so serious at first, but she always managed to loosen him up. Tonight she was going to take him to bed and loosen him up until the exhaustion pulled them both into sleep.