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Authors: Jessa Russo [paranormal]
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swallowing loudly, and hoping that he couldn’t tell how nervous I was. Or how incredibly excited I was by the prospect of my very first kiss.
Oh god. What if I’m bad?
My heart raced in anticipation and fear, and the butterflies in my stomach moved from light fluttering to somersaults and back flips. My entire body seemed filled with sensations totally foreign to me. Feelings and worries I’d never experienced.
He licked his lips, leaned in further, and kissed me. He was a bit hesitant at first, kissing me slowly and gently, making sure he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries.
I closed my eyes and leaned in to him, my lips parting just a bit, mimicking his, and following his lead. It felt both strange and exciting to kiss him, our tongues slightly touching, and his lips moving around mine. He kissed me delicately and each change in the movement of his lips sent intense shivers down my spine. Warmth built deep in my belly, and I feared I might laugh from the nervous excitement of it all.
After a moment that was far too short, the Ferris wheel began its descent, and Toby pulled away to look at me with those velvety blue-black eyes. I couldn’t help the smile that pulled fiercely at my lips.
He smiled, and this time I was sure he could hear my heart beating. How could he not? I sure could. It thumped away rapidly in my ears, deafening in its excitement. It was a feeling I hoped would never go away.
Frankie’s face popped into my mind again, and the moment was ruined. He’d never be my first kiss. I shook my head, trying to push my thoughts of Frankie far, far away. Toby, catching the slight movement and seemingly feeling uncertain, looked at me with a question in his eyes. His smile faltered ever so slightly, and I silently cursed Frankie for making me feel that way and for his terrible timing, popping into my head so unwarranted.
”Was that okay?”
“Oh, yes, definitely okay! More than okay!” Whoa. Slow down, girl. I was rambling again, my awkwardness back with a vengeance. I reached up and smoothed my hair, trying to gain some composure as I felt my trademark red cheeks make their unwanted entrance.
He smiled mischievously at me, then pressed one last, long kiss to my lips. Squeezing my hand, he leaned back in the seat as the Ferris wheel shook its way around and around. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, and I couldn’t even look over at him without blushing. I knew I must have had the most ridiculous grin on my face, probably bordering on maniacal, but I was well past the point of hiding it, and well past the point of caring.
I’d been waiting around for Frankie my entire life. I’d never dated anyone before his death, and I hadn’t dated anyone since. Loving Frankie had been the only thing that mattered for as long as I could remember. Safe, comfortable, and almost normal for me. I couldn’t see past it, and I didn’t want to.
But now.
This moment. This kiss.
Perfection.
My first kiss was something I knew I’d never forget—that’s a given. But somehow I couldn’t imagine anyone’s first kiss being like what I’d just shared with Toby. A kiss a girl waited for her whole life. I just knew it. I was determined to bask in it, and I was determined to get over whatever impossible feelings I’d been holding onto for Frankie. Loving Frankie was holding me back. I’d just never really known it.
As the Ferris wheel reached the top again, Toby kissed me once more. This time, his hands held my face and all feeling in my body seemed to rush up to meet his fingertips, to focus in on the places where his skin connected with mine.
As I relaxed into the kiss, I realized something bittersweet. No matter what, Frankie would never be able to kiss me like that.
He will never be able to make me feel like this.
W hen we pulled up and parked in front of our houses, my mom and dad were standing outside with their arms crossed. Waiting. Seething. Shit. Well, truthfully, looking at them a bit
Oh god. What if I’m bad?
My heart raced in anticipation and fear, and the butterflies in my stomach moved from light fluttering to somersaults and back flips. My entire body seemed filled with sensations totally foreign to me. Feelings and worries I’d never experienced.
He licked his lips, leaned in further, and kissed me. He was a bit hesitant at first, kissing me slowly and gently, making sure he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries.
I closed my eyes and leaned in to him, my lips parting just a bit, mimicking his, and following his lead. It felt both strange and exciting to kiss him, our tongues slightly touching, and his lips moving around mine. He kissed me delicately and each change in the movement of his lips sent intense shivers down my spine. Warmth built deep in my belly, and I feared I might laugh from the nervous excitement of it all.
After a moment that was far too short, the Ferris wheel began its descent, and Toby pulled away to look at me with those velvety blue-black eyes. I couldn’t help the smile that pulled fiercely at my lips.
He smiled, and this time I was sure he could hear my heart beating. How could he not? I sure could. It thumped away rapidly in my ears, deafening in its excitement. It was a feeling I hoped would never go away.
Frankie’s face popped into my mind again, and the moment was ruined. He’d never be my first kiss. I shook my head, trying to push my thoughts of Frankie far, far away. Toby, catching the slight movement and seemingly feeling uncertain, looked at me with a question in his eyes. His smile faltered ever so slightly, and I silently cursed Frankie for making me feel that way and for his terrible timing, popping into my head so unwarranted.
”Was that okay?”
“Oh, yes, definitely okay! More than okay!” Whoa. Slow down, girl. I was rambling again, my awkwardness back with a vengeance. I reached up and smoothed my hair, trying to gain some composure as I felt my trademark red cheeks make their unwanted entrance.
He smiled mischievously at me, then pressed one last, long kiss to my lips. Squeezing my hand, he leaned back in the seat as the Ferris wheel shook its way around and around. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, and I couldn’t even look over at him without blushing. I knew I must have had the most ridiculous grin on my face, probably bordering on maniacal, but I was well past the point of hiding it, and well past the point of caring.
I’d been waiting around for Frankie my entire life. I’d never dated anyone before his death, and I hadn’t dated anyone since. Loving Frankie had been the only thing that mattered for as long as I could remember. Safe, comfortable, and almost normal for me. I couldn’t see past it, and I didn’t want to.
But now.
This moment. This kiss.
Perfection.
My first kiss was something I knew I’d never forget—that’s a given. But somehow I couldn’t imagine anyone’s first kiss being like what I’d just shared with Toby. A kiss a girl waited for her whole life. I just knew it. I was determined to bask in it, and I was determined to get over whatever impossible feelings I’d been holding onto for Frankie. Loving Frankie was holding me back. I’d just never really known it.
As the Ferris wheel reached the top again, Toby kissed me once more. This time, his hands held my face and all feeling in my body seemed to rush up to meet his fingertips, to focus in on the places where his skin connected with mine.
As I relaxed into the kiss, I realized something bittersweet. No matter what, Frankie would never be able to kiss me like that.
He will never be able to make me feel like this.
W hen we pulled up and parked in front of our houses, my mom and dad were standing outside with their arms crossed. Waiting. Seething. Shit. Well, truthfully, looking at them a bit
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