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“Yeah,” I said, pressing back against her. Our legs entwined with each other.
My body was processing all these new sensations, so I wasn’t paying attention to the movie for a while, and was completely lost when I tuned back in.
Every time Natalie moved or breathed, I noticed. I felt it.
“I can’t believe I was missing out on this for so long,” she said softly.
“I know.”
I turned a little to meet her eyes. “I really missed you all those years.”
“I know. I missed you too.”
I turned until we were facing each other, our noses almost touching.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
She pushed some of my hair over my shoulder.
“Whatever we want,” she said.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want to kiss you again,” she said, brushing her fingers across my lips. “You really are a phenomenal kisser.”
I smiled. “That’s the best compliment anyone has ever given me.”
“It’s not a compliment, it’s the truth,” she said.
“Can’t something be the truth and a compliment at the same time?” I asked.
“Can I just kiss you now?” she asked. Guess she was impatient.
“Yes,” I said, and for the second time in two days, Natalie kissed me.
This time I didn’t have to worry about my knees going weak, but also, this time we were touching in so many exciting ways.
The blanket slid off us as we pulled at each other, our lips tasting and teasing.
“You feel so good,” Natalie said.
“Mmm,” was my only response as I kept kissing her.
If one of us was a champion kisser, it was definitely Natalie. I’d never paid much attention to her tongue before, but why hadn’t I? Natalie had an extremely talented tongue. Had she been practicing special exercises? Was it just a gift? I didn’t matter, as long as she was using it on me.
My hands dove into her hair, wrapping her curls around my fingers. I had always been so jealous of her hair and had even almost stolen a home perm kit from a store when I was younger in hopes of looking like her. My mom caught me, so that plan was foiled.
Natalie pulled back and let out a little shaky breath.
“I’m scared,” she said.
“Scared of what? Of me?” I hoped not.
“I’m scared of how much I like kissing you and what that means. What any of this means.”
Right now I wasn’t all that stressed about it. Kissing had scrambled my brain.
“Does it have to mean something?” I asked.
