"I think I can find a way to keep you warm without a sweatshirt on. Without anything on."

"It means we're going to survive the kiln, too. No matter how high the heat."

This text: You're probably asleep, but I just wanted to tell you I miss sleeping with you.

This note: All I want for my birthday is you.

"Je veux vos levres sur les miennes." (I want your lips on mine.) In class, when I stuck my tongue out at him, he grabbed it with his lips and pulled me into a very steamy kiss.

"Boots, I told you, you're the only girl I've kissed all semester. The only girl I ever want to kiss."

When he looks deep into my eyes, the playful mood turning serious with a single look. He doesn't say anything, just kisses me. And does this kiss ever speak. It's a kiss that's more emotional than it is sexual. It's a kiss that says all our fighting, all our misunderstandings, our lack of communication, all the hurt feelings, were worth it. But when his tongue gets involved in the kiss and he pulls me onto the bed with him, and onto his lap, it takes the kiss to a whole other level. It's emotion mixed with desire. And I decide that might be the most powerful combination of all. With every flick of his tongue, with every greedy touch of his lips, with every caress of my face, I know it's not just a silly love potion. It's what love is supposed to be. Scary, exhilarating-from the top of the world to the pits of hell-all-consuming love.

He rubs my face when I'm sick or don't feel good.

He told me to wear the boots my grandpa gave me because they are lucky and would make me feel better.

"I want a night alone with you in my room. No parties. No hanging out. Just you and me dancing before curfew, then you sneaking over to my room after curfew and spending the night. Sleeping with me."

How he dunked the ball during warm-ups, then blew me a kiss. How we danced under the twinkle lights to our playlist.

The way he looked when he pulled me into someone else's dorm room because he had a surprise. His entire body was bathed in the golden light that's streaming through the window, almost making him glow. They say some people can see the color of your aura, and I know without a doubt that Aiden's must be the purest of gold.

When he showed me a gorgeous gold and pink sunset and then his house project, the Eiffel Tower and asks me to winter formal.

"Keatyn Monroe, vous me faire l'honneur d'tre mon jour pour l'hiver formelle?"

A movie-ending, sweeping-epic-romance kiss.

He started making the Eiffel Tower when I was still seeing Dawson.

He's my control in the chaos.

"It's the jeans. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my hands off you today."

"This has been the best birthday of my life." And he spent it with me.

This text, which cracked me up: I'm loving our conversation but I just dropped my phone on my face because I fell asleep.

"Gonna be kind of hard to forget you considering I'll be with you. Our ten year plan includes college, marriage, and at least a couple of those four kids we're destined to have."

When he wakes me up at three in the morning to show me the first snowfall.

Telling me I need to come to his room and wish him luck, but then he tells me it's an excuse to kiss me.

When he says, "I think what you need is a good screwing." Then puts my hand on his zipper, because he has golden screw earrings in a box in his pants.

The Titan.

"Every kiss. Every touch. Every single thing we do feels a hundred times better than anything I've ever done before. Because it's with you."

The kitchen counter and his fingers.

He hung the glow-in-the-dark moon above my bed at the loft.

He cooks for me.

"Naked and wearing cowboy boots. That is straight out of my dreams."

He bought me a Christmas tree and ornaments that all had meaning to us.

"This is our tree. The story of us."

"That you watch sunsets with me. That I even had the guts to tell you why they were special. I've never shared those parts of me with anyone. No one at school even knows my mom had cancer."

"Fine. I'll tell you. These are all about luck and fate. It was fate you kicked the soccer ball at my head and made me instantly fall for you. It's fate that I'll ask you to marry me someday. But it was luck that I found a four-leaf clover to give you, and every time we've given each other a clover, it's helped us both be lucky. And it was luck that we got to see the dolphins. You've made me lucky."

He bought us tickets to see The Nutcracker.

The pool table. All of it. The white t-shirt, designer motorcycle jacket, aviators, and scruff.

Strip pool.

"Panties. I win." Then him ripping them off me.

"You can have anything of mine you want."

"You and me against the world. Always."

"That's what people are going to fall in love with. That smile. It's, well, the only word that really accurately describes it is intoxicating. Everyone in the theater will instantly be love-drunk."

The sight of him making breakfast in my kitchen with a shirt that's too tight and sweats that are way too low on his hips for me to think straight.

"I want to spend New Year's with you. Wherever you are."

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