"It seems," Yllana said, after a moment, as we sat on the sofa, and I told her about Ethan, my ex-boyfriend-for-a-day, and what a jerk he was. "That without magic, kissing is just a physical act."
"Not necessarily," I said. "With the right person, it can be a deep expression of love. But yes, sometimes it's just l**t. Or fun. Or to see whether you like each other."
"Well, that's not how it works for us," Yllana said. "Remember how I told you that kissing is too intimate to do in public?"
I nodded. She told me that it was considered something akin to public nudity. Very taboo.
"Although Marty didn't seem to mind," I said.
She smirked.
"He probably thought it showed how much you loved him," she said. "And now he realized it's just as normal for you as shaking hands."
"Not like that,"
