Tell me what you were thinking when you kissed your partner for the first time.

This is the first time for both of them. They talked for a month before holding hands and kissed for more than 350 days. On a bench in the park that day, he tugged at my face with one hand, hugged me tightly with the other, and then kissed me, or kissed me directly in French. I don't know where he learned it. I can do nothing but be kissed, enjoyed and comfortable by him. The sun shone on us, and passers-by didn't stop to pass by, so I hugged him. I said I wasn't hungry, and then he kissed me. I didn't think about anything at that time, but I felt very comfortable and enjoyed it, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't stop until it was time to go. I looked at my watch and kissed for more than half an hour ... I said a few words in the middle. I feel that time passes quickly, and I feel that I haven't kissed enough. Then he took me to dinner, and I stood with glasses on. After drinking a cup of milk tea, he kissed my face again, which was sticky. I joked that it was sticky, but I didn't kiss enough. Then he looked at me and said with a smile, I didn't kiss enough, and then he stopped talking and blushed. I can't say I don't think I kissed enough. Now that I think about it, my heart beats faster.