I cup his cheek, turning him to me, and then press our mouths together. I keep the kiss just as sweet as I promised to be, plucking gently at his lips between the piercings. He responds by yanking me close and prying my lips apart with his tongue, greedy as he plunges into my mouth. He tastes like beer and cinnamon, and when I feel the gum trapped beneath his tongue, I steal it for myself, pulling away. “Thanks,” I say, giving the gum a few smacks as I slide away. His eyes follow my retreat with a dumb look that I’ll be smirking about for hours to come.
