I reached up to trace the outline of the little initials, K.B., tattooed behind my boyfriends ear. Those letters were the intials of Austins baby brother, Kevin. I thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. I stood on my tiptoes & gave him a peck right on the tattoo. As Austin kissed up my neck, I sighed with happiness. Here I was, in my boyfriend’s arms, and I was content. I smiled.
“Austin, do you think we’ll ever get married?”
The kisses abrubtly stopped, and he pulled back away from me just a little, though still keeping his arms around me. Staring me in the eye with a curious spark, he asked, “Maybe. Why? Were only seniors.”
“I know. Im just thinking.” I grinned up at him, and batted my eyelashes. “Kiss me again.”
He laughed, pulled me close once more, and resumed kissing my neck. His kisses trailed up onto my chin, following my jawline, and then his lips found my. As we kissed, I kept tracing the spot behind his ear, and wondered if these kisses were love. Did I know what love was? I hoped so.