“Emmy—” I started but didn’t get to finish because she gripped my shirt in both of her hands and pulled my face to hers. The second our lips met, it was like I was on fire. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there with one of my fingers in her belt loop, and her hands fisted in my shirt. Emmy pulled away too soon, but she pressed her forehead against mine. “You’ve chickened out on kissing me twice, so I did it myself,” she said.
