And then, Chance Hughes kissed me. It was… nice, that kiss. He cradled my neck still, free hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him as he groaned and deepened the pressure against my lips. My eyes were still open, but his were closed, so I closed mine, too, and tried to mimic his noise, to moan like I was really into the kiss, too. Fake it until you make it, right?
Second hand embarrassment
