Suze: Making LoveWe kissed by the lake a few hours before and again when we stopped now-and-then during our walk but those were mere pecks compared to the tsunami unleashed on us. They say, or so I’ve heard in some of the stories I’ve read, and re-read, that there can be magic in a first kiss. And our “first kiss,” down by the lake, had a hint of magic. This was different, as if Hermione cast a spell that forever bound two people to one another; hell, even a shot from Ron would have secured that result for us.
I was in an altered state, truly altered from what I had been less than twelve hours before, and still do not know how I ended up lying naked in Kerry’s sole twin bed with my eyes feasting on her nakedness lying beside me, facing each other. She reached for my small right boob—these
