She’s like a snake, always too quick. Slipping right through my fingers, and maybe that’s why I don’t catch her until her lips are pressed against mine. Or maybe I just didn’t want to catch her in time. It’s nothing like the kiss in the pool, nothing like what we did at the country club. There’s not the faintest trace of roughness. It’s a sweet, soft kiss, and somehow, that’s way more dangerous.
