"Jeff, how long has your longest relationship been?" "Umm.. About 3 months." I rolled my eyes. "How is it even hard to keep a relationship? How many girls?" "They cause it, about 23 girls. Why?" "Just wondering.. I'm trying to figure out if you're a possible candidate for being my future boyfriend or not." I smirked and got up and started walking around as he followed me. "So you do know I would give you a chance, and a lot of girls would die for the chance you get." He said trying to seem cool. "Pfft. I don't care if all the girls want you. I actually have standards. I have a type. You aren't it." "That is harsh." he said. "The truth hurts." "The truth is I'm starting to feel something for you that I've never felt for another girl." "I'm sure you say that to every other girl." He stops me by grabbing my shoulder and pulls me to him in the middle of the woods, we stood right where the morning sunshine peeked through trees. "I mean it. There is just something special about you that makes me feel protective of you." I just got lost in his gorgeous eyes and let him lean into me and kiss me slowly and passionately. Once our lips separated, my heart was pounding. That was the most passionate kiss I've ever received. Maybe he is being serious. Maybe I need to make a risk. Life is all about risks.