WIP snippet #2: Dirty London

I did promise some people I would post a bit more, so...




Wade takes a deep breath. He reaches for my hand. His thumb slides across my knuckles and it's nice, pleasant, but it's not like my heart starts dancing or anything. Because this is Wade, my friend, and that's all we're ever going to be. But I'm aware he's leaning in to kiss me, and that I told him I would so taking it back now seems cruel after I've come all this way. Don't knock it 'til you try it, right? So I let his lips brush against mine. Briefly and lightly at first, then again with more courage once he realizes I'm not going to hit him. I've never kissed anyone before, which means my brain is thinking too much about all these little sensations and how I'm moving, how I'm kissing him back to make sure I'm...I don't know. Doing it right? I bet the book store has manuals on how to kiss. I bet I should not be thinking so much about kissing while kissing.