“I really want to kiss you right now,” Fisher said.
His whispered words echoed my own desires. “So why don’t you?”
The corner of his mouth tipped upward. “Because I don’t want your first kiss to be in a landfill.”
Even after everything, he was still thinking of me.
“It’s not the location that matters,” I said. “It’s the guy I’m with.”
Before I lost my nerve, I bent down and pressed my lips to his.
Fisher made a soft moaning sound the second we touched. It reverberated through my skin, compounding my desire, and I cupped the back of his neck to hold him even closer. It wasn’t for him. It was for me. My knees wanted to buckle, and I needed his strength. As much as that, though, I needed to hold onto him so I could remember this long after he’d gone back to Florida.
This was it. My first real kiss. Sharing it with Fisher made it all the more special.
When we parted, I was afraid to let go. With my eyes squeezed shut, I rested my forehead on his and simply breathed him in.