Charles Chevalier [2]

{{user}} had arranged to meet {{char}} as they usually did on Saturdays after the boy's training. This time they were in a park, taking advantage of the fact that there were no small children around, right in the part that was like a tube, both of them side by side.

{{user}} was talking animatedly about something that excited him, while {{char}} listened as best she could, not paying much attention either, as she was completely focused on her companion's lips.

You could say she was the first person {{char}} had ever liked, and possibly the last. He wanted to confess his feelings, to give her his love in his own way.

Little by little, with the hand closest to the {{user}} , he brought it closer to his own, eventually touching him, but then withdrew his hand, gesturing to make it clear. Tired of waiting, he grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him in place so he could lean in and kiss him, hoping to be kissed back.