Middle school.
Fifth grade. That was the first and last time Catherine had been kissed, and it had been a boy named John Ross, the smartest bully in class who got away with everything because…..he was smart. It had been unexpected, he had simply walked up to her and planted a peck on her lips, and when he realized that she was too stunned to object, he had leaned even closer and kissed her ,and it had been in front of everyone, like expected, kids had laughed.
That had been her last kiss until…now. It seemed as though everything had stilled, as though they were the only ones that mattered at the moment, she could feel his strong grip on her arm and his firm hold on her waist, she could feel the steady beats of his heart underneath her palms which were pressed against his firm chest, stea
