For a second I was stunned. Then my body overrode my mind.
My hands went around his waist, and without any experience whatsoever, I kissed him back. Or tried my damn best.
The air thinned around us. We broke apart, gasping.
Before I could say anything—or even think of anything to say—he clutched me again, just like before, and laid into me.
Not being quite as slow as people think I am, I followed suit.
Damn. This was good. Better than it looked on TV and in the movies.
When we surfaced a second time, both of us floundering for air, Jeff started laughing. His helium spirits were catching. I started laughing too.
In between gasps and chuckles, he said, “Oh God, that was good! I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.”
“Me?” I gasped back, the idea making me weak in the knees. “You wan
