8.5 years earlier:
“Truth, dare, double dare, or promise to repeat?”
“Double dare,” I answered her and leaned over and ran my nose from her chin, along her jawline, to the spot behind her ear.
She giggled and squirmed away, pink tinting her cheeks.
“I double dare you to…” she looked around and then whispered, “kiss someone you have a crush on.”
We were sitting under a tree outside our high school, skipping science class, a ways away from the building on the far side of the thick trunk of a big weeping willow. No one would see us unless they were close. I was looking forward to trying to get to second base with my lab partner. I was pretty smitten with her, like Charlie Brown and his little girl with the red hair.
“On a dare, yeah, but a double dare? A kiss is way too tame for a doubl
