He kissed me.
No. Let me reformulate it. He is kissing me and I feel like I'm on cloud 9, but that's not my problem. My problem is that HE IS FREAKING KISSING ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. To make things better, I'm even standing still like an i***t with my eyes wide open staring eyes crossed at him.
I'm so lame, I swear....
Do something you i***t! You waited for this moment for so long so don't be stupid and ruin it!
Finally, I recovered from my little shock and my instincts kicked in. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, trying to ignore the little zoo inside my stomach but it seems like it's growing bigger and bigger by the moment.
I can swear that his lips taste like the best chocolate milkshake I've ever drink and I want to taste it forever and always. And damn, his lips are r
