“You were perfect.” Our lips graze—barely a touch—as the words leave my mouth. I move mere inches to the left, pressing a very real kiss to the corner of her mouth, missing her lips entirely. Some people might consider it a mistake. Some people can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. But I did it on purpose. I did it to plant a seed. I did it because I don’t think I want the first time we kiss to be fake.
