Noelle
It wasn’t that I’d never been kissed. There was this Indian boy with braces back in New Delhi when I was 15.And then in college there was a drunk frat boy who had to kiss me on a dare. And once at an office Christmas party some old guy mistook me for his date and laid one on me. None of those experiences had been particularly pleasant.
In fact I had pretty much decided that kissing was gross. Who wanted to get that close to someone’s mouth? What if they had bad breath? What if they had food stuck between their teeth? What if they had germs! What about herpes simplex virus or mono? Eww, no.
But somehow when I locked lips with Robert I forgot about the possibility of streptococcus bacteria and dental hygiene. I also forgot we were watching a movie and there was a small child prese
