And in a move I never would have ever given myself credit for, I tilted my face just enough to press my mouth to his. It was a peck. Dry lips on dry lips. It lasted all of a second of contact before I pulled back just an inch or two. Then it was Aaron who pressed his mouth to mine. Two seconds before he pulled back. And then we took turns. Me for three seconds. Him for four. Me for five. Him for six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
