𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗/𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎?

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𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽/𝙿𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴?

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𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽/𝙿𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴?

As I was stood there with Daryl, I couldn't help but notice how adorable he was all nervous. Daryl usually always had something to say, whether it was a snarky comeback or a straight up fact but this was the first time I saw him rendered speechless.

Daryl couldn't say anything. He was so entranced with Anita, he seemed to have lost his ability to speak and so he only nodded. Maybe he should have planned out what he was going to say and what he was going to do before bringing Anita down with him. It was too late now. She was already there, standing in front of him, looking as beautiful as always.

"If you don't wanna tell me, it's-"

"No, I do." Daryl quickly said, grabbing her hand in his without even realising it. Anita couldn't help but smile a little with the feeling of her hand covered with Daryl's. "I just....I've never...done this before."

"Done what before?" Anita asked as she stepped closer to Daryl, their bodies practically pressed against each other.

"I've never cared about anyone other than myself and my brother." Daryl admitted.

"Are you saying that you care about me?" Anita asked softly with a smile.

"More than I thought and I don't want no-one else caring about you the way that I do." Daryl said quietly as his head grew closer to hers.

"And how exactly do you care about me?" Anita practically whispered as butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she felt her nose brush against Daryl's.

"Like this." Daryl whispered before pressing his lips on Anita's.

I don't have words to describe my first kiss with Daryl. My first kiss ever, in fact. I used to dream of finding the perfect man and having the perfect kiss and my kiss with Daryl, it far exceeded anything I had ever thought. It was electrifying, warm, soft, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. When I first met Daryl, I had no idea we would ever go through so much together to get to this point.

Anita couldn't help but smile into the kiss as she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Daryl's neck, pulling him even closer to her. She wanted to feel his warmth on her. She wanted everything. She could feel Daryl's arms tighten around her waist and Anita was not complaining. Anita's back had been pressed against the wall with Daryl towering over her. When they pulled away, Anita bit her bottom lip as she blushed heavily. She had just had her first kiss after all. It was a kiss she would never forget for as long as she lived.

Daryl's cheeks had also turned a light shade of pink. He felt like he was waiting for that moment for so long, to feel Anita's lips on his and he finally got it. But he wanted more. Like Anita, he wanted everything. He wanted to worship her but he wouldn't do anything Anita wasn't comfortable with. The pair looked at each other for a few seconds, just taking in the moment they had just had.

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