“Hi,” I say. He smiles. “Hi.” And then I kiss him for real, and he kisses me back, and his hands fist my hair. And we’re kissing like it’s breathing. My stomach flutters wildly. And somehow we end up horizontal, his hands curved up around my back. “I like this,” I say, and my voice comes out breathless. “We should do this. Every day.” “Okay.”
