Malia
“Okay seriously, how did you know I love Mexican?” I giggled, so happy I was skipping down the sidewalk beside Ty. His fingers interlaced with mine. He had taken me to a classy restaurant in the city that served amazing tacos and tortilla chips. I was practically salivating the whole time we were there, and for once it wasn’t just over Ty.
“I have my ways,” he wiggled his eyes brows at me. He turned in front of me, interrupting my steps as his arms snaked around my waist. “Lia,” he whispered, looking down at me with those soft blue eyes. I melted against him as he continued, “I love you so much, I can’t even begin to explain it.” And I knew exactly what he meant, because I was feeling the same way.
I leaned up on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. Ty eagerly kissed me back
