At age 17, I was sat between his legs and racing him on Xbox. After a race, I tilted my head back and kissed him upside down, catching him by surprise. “I love you…and you should do that more often,” was the response I got.
Postscript: He won the race, and after numerous arguments and breakups, I realised that it was slowly crushing my heart. We broke up 6 months ago, had a “thing” two months after which I ended, and I’m still in love with him. I’m slowly getting there.