Mac

Chapter 21: Mac

I would never forget my first kiss.

It was sweet. It was innocent. It was careless and without expectations.

It was also totally dull and bland because my first kiss was with a girl who lived in the same small town in Ireland where my family was from. She lived close to my father’s childhood home, and I had known her for years. I’d always liked her. She was fun to hang out with, and since her father and mine went way back, she knew all about my life and the various restrictions and complications that came with being my father’s only son. I owed that girl and her crush on me quite a bit. I owed that first kiss even more. Because as soon as her soft, strawberry-glossed lips landed on mine, I knew I would much rather be kissing her older brother.