I had thought about what kissing Blake would feel like a thousand times since that night we got close in the kitchen. I had been intimidated by the way he made me feel that night; it was raw, and passionate, and something I was really not ready for. It was scary to know I was capable of feeling that way and I felt like the first time I ever kissed a guy was supposed to be romantic and sweet.
The way we were now… it wasn’t like it was in the kitchen, but it wasn’t that picture-perfect romantic moment, either.
It just felt right to kiss him when I did. I wasn’t shaking, or nervous, or worried that I wouldn’t be as good at this as he was. I was lost in the moment, and so was he.
My eyes were closed; I hadn’t done it consciously, but it meant I was more aware of how it felt. He was pulling
