The First Kiss Moment?
The boy I had a mad crush on stood across from me, arms folded across his chest.
“We’ve been dating for a couple of months, and I think I should be able to kiss you,” he said, his tone somber, his demeanor grave, his brow drawn.
It was true. It had been a couple of months. After stalking him at the beginning of the school year, he had chosen to spend time with me. Me. Alone.
But why? Read more ›