The Hardest Fall

by Ella Maise

“How about that kiss?” Frowning, I asked, “What about it?” “How about we have that kiss now?”

Amo a este hombre.

“Let’s bet on a kiss,” I said, deciding to end her misery. “I think we’re gonna end up kissing one of these days, and I bet you’ll be the first one to beg for it.”

I could’ve kissed her right then and there,

“Do you have any regrets? Maybe someone you’d want to ask for a kiss before an untimely demise?”

Shit. Slowly, as if my hand had a mind of its own, I stretched my fingers and linked them around his. It seemed like exactly what he was waiting for because before I could even process the butterflies in my stomach, he was pulling me toward the couch.