The Kiss

There was no getting out of it now, we were completely alone. A part of me was excited but most of me was scared. My heart was thundering loudly in my ears. I had daydreamed about this moment for a year. But what if he thinks I’m a bad kisser? What if he’s a bad kisser?

“It’s okay Tawni.” He says as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind.

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I take a deep breath and inch closer to him. I want this, I want him, I love him, and he loves me. He pulls me closer to him looping his arm around my waist. With his other hand he lifts my chin. He looks right into my eyes for what seemed like forever. And before I could break the stare he presses his lips gently against mine. I freeze up not moving my lips or closing my eyes. He parts my lips with his and tightens his arm around me as if to wake me up to what was happening. I let go of the ramblings going on in my mind, close my eyes and melt into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck he deepens the kiss. My whole body was tingling, was this the fireworks that I’d read about? He pulls himself from me and starts to smile. Maybe he was feeling it too, that intense elation. I want to jump for joy, but instead I just say what was causing my joy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


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