They were kissing.
How had they gotten here? She wondered. It was just another night out with her best friend, a movie, but when he drove her home, right before he dropped her off, somehow he had started kissing her. And it was marvelous, and hot-- tiny, nibbly kisses that sipped from her inexperienced, trembling, mouth -- but she was bewildered. Where had this surge of feeling come from? She loved Oliver, he was her best friend, but she wasn't interested in dating him. She'd felt for some time that maybe he wanted more, but she'd been careful to pretend that his hints had sailed straight over her head. She didn't want to hurt him.
So they were out, and he pulled into a parking place, and they had hugged their typical friendly hug -- but as they moved apart, he had frozen, looking at her
