The first time I kissed Joey was the first time I kissed anyone.
I was fourteen, and Brandon Jameson asked me to go to homecoming with him. I liked Brandon well enough, but he had a reputation for being a bit of a player—as much as a boy can be at that age—and I had a feeling he was going to kiss me at the dance. I didn’t mind that thought, except that I had never been kissed by anyone, and I didn’t want Brandon Jameson to be my first.
I hadn’t been at Bray long at that point, and I didn’t know Joey too well, but I knew that I liked him. I liked his sweet face, his kind eyes, and how when he listened to me, he gave me his undivided attention. I liked the way he looked at me, and the way he smiled at me.
I wanted my first kiss to go to him.
I wasn’t particularly bold, but I wasn’t too n
