Our Own Type of Perfect
Looking back on it , I've been in love with my best friend for a while. Most best friends don't treat each other like we do. With such care and love.
When we kissed for the first time , two days after discovering the whole pack polyamory thing, it felt natural. Maybe too natural.
The feeling of my best friends lips on mine and my hands buried in his hair while his slip around my back to hold me to him , shouldn't feel like we've done this before. Don't get me wrong! It's not a horrible feeling ( trust me Allison taught him well ) it's just the fact that it was ... Perfect.
A different kind of perfect than my first kiss with Derek. A different kind of perfect than the first time Boyd hugged me and sneakily scented me. A different type of perfect than the first time Jackson accidentally called me babe.
Its our own type of perfect and I love it. And I love them.
And I can't wait for the many more perfect moments to come...