first kisses didn’t necessarily require darkness and alcohol; they could happen in the open air, with the air cold and the sun warm on your face and everything around you honest and real and true and thank God she hadn’t been chewing gum because she would have to have swallowed it quick-smart and she might have missed the fact that Tom tasted exactly the way she always suspected he’d taste: of cinnamon sugar and coffee and the sea.
I mean... Come on!
When I get kissed by a man again, I hope it's exactly like this.
