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Looking so handsome in his suit, he can ask me anything right now, and I’ll say yes.
Can I have a kidney?
Yes!
Will you sell me your soul?
Duh!
I wipe my sweaty hands down my dress before taking his, and he leads us off our gym’s makeshift dance floor. The room is filled with pink streamers, and the DJ has played “Cha Cha Slide” three times too many. Wandering eyes follow our every step as we make our way outside, and I’m surprised when he walks us to the football field.
We don’t stop until we’re in the center of the field, and he stares at me under the bright stadium lights before taking my other hand, too. “Can I kiss you, Chloe?”
“Yes,” I answer with no delay. I lick my lips.
We’re going to kiss!
Best. Freaking. Night. Ever!
He releases my hands and steps closer, so close that our lips are already nearly touching.
“Is this your first kiss?”
I swallow. “No.”
I don’t ask him the same. The stories of his player ways roam through the hallways more than students running late to class, and I’ve spotted him sucking face with his fair share of cheerleaders. He’s experienced. There’s no question about it—as experienced as a high school guy can be. I won’t put my money on him being Claudia-level experienced.
I play off more confidence than I have. Our kiss will be my second. My first was with Marvin, the boy down the road. His tongue was sloppy, and his breath smelled like Cheetos—not a good time. I should’ve known a kiss with a boy named after a Martian would be nothing to party about.
Kissing Kyle will be different, not sloppy or gross. The girls I’ve seen him with always seem to be enjoying themselves and look far from grossed out.
Kyle stares down at me with a genuine smile, and all the anxiousness inside me melts away.
“You’re adorable when you’re nervous.”
“It’ssonot adorable,” I mutter.More like pathetic. Who’s afraid of a kiss?
Goose bumps prick my skin when he cups my chin in his hand and drags my face up until we’re making strong eye contact. He grins before tilting his head down, and then he softly presses his lips against mine.
It’s perfect.
His lips are like super-soft pillows.
He slightly pulls away to eye me, awaiting my reaction, and when I stare at him, practically panting, he leans in for another kiss. He slides his tongue inside my mouth this time, and I gasp before doing the same.
No Cheetos breath on this guy.
He tastes like peppermint and spiked fruit punch.
I lose track of how long we make out before he stops to sit on the grass and pulls me down with him. My dress hikes up, and I know it’s getting dirty. Briefly, I wonder how hard it will be to clean off grass stains because I amsokeeping this dress for the rest of my life.
He gives me one last kiss before lowering me onto my back. He moves on top of me, holding himself up with his arm. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I say in surprise.
I spread my legs for him to adjust himself between them, and my heart races when he lightly brushes strands of my hair off my shoulder. He plants kisses along my neck before dropping his mouth down to my cleavage.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mutters, sucking the exposed skin between my breasts before cupping one in his hand.
