“I need to kiss you.” “You… oh… I don’t know.” “Here’s why.” I held out my hand so I could tick the reasons off with my fingers. “I’m an awesome kisser, so if there’s a problem, we’ll know it isn’t me. I have a feeling you’re actually a great kisser and you just don’t realize it. You look sad, and I don’t like it when you’re sad, even though we just met, and kissing makes me happy, so I bet it will make you happy, too. Finally, all this talk about kissing is making me watch your mouth while you talk, so now I really want to know what you taste like.”
