I immediately charged back at him and stole a second kiss. And then a third. And then a fourth. By the tenth, we decided to make ourselves more comfortable on one of the nearby sofas, on which we continued practicing an aggressive form of CPR on each other for the next hour or so. We eventually came up for air, exchanged phone numbers, shared one final kiss, and met up with our respective posses. The Cheshire grin on my face filled Matt in on my rendezvous more than words ever could have. Not to say I didn’t use some words.
