In the movies, kisses are all wrong. It’s not fireworks or loud explosions. I used to think that every time I’d kiss a boy, the world would blow up. With Dre, kissing him felt like I was floating gently across a small cold lake. Right now it feels like I’m submerged in hot water, drifting deeper and deeper toward the bottom of the ocean. I feel like I’m drowning, which is usually a feeling that makes me feel calm, but right now— I pull away, breaking the kiss. I need to leave.
