Famke was surprised by the question. Nobody had ever asked her if they could kiss her before. Any man she’d ever dated, not that there had been heaps of them, had simply put their lips to hers and went for it. He started to step back, and she realized he was taking her silence as a rejection.
“Yes,” she blurted it out. “Yes. I want you to kiss me.”
The smile spreading on his face lit up the kitchen and he leaned in and gently touched his lips to hers.
Famke considered she was having one of those end-of-life movie reels playing in her head moments, where every single thing she’d ever done was rolling through her mind. Except in this case, it was every cheesy romantic comedy movie she watched rotating through her mind. Every first kiss between female and male leads were flickering in her
