She exhales a delicate breath. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? Kissing you? That’s all I did.” “Yeah,” she says, matter-of-fact. “Exactly. For kissing me. For just kissing me. Do you know how long it’s been since a guy has actually just kissed me? After I left last week I tried to remember, but I couldn’t. Every time a guy has ever kissed me, he’s always been in such a hurry to move on to what comes after the kisses that I don’t think anyone has ever taken the time to give me an honest to God, genuine kiss before.”
Delicate breath, delicate thoughts from our main Manic Pixie Dream Girly over here.
