lot and away from the school. By the time we reached my street, I had filled him in on every snippet of gossip from the last week.
“You’re just a powder keg of information, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
“I’m not sure what a powder keg is, but sure,” I said. “What about you? Anything interesting happening with the guys ?”
“You aren’t going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope.” I shook my head and laughed. “Not a chance.”
We stopped at the end of my driveway. I glanced at the house before turning to look at him. It was the first time I wished I lived farther away from the school so the walk could be longer. I didn’t want him to go.
“I guess we made it,” he said.
“Yep.” I nodded. “Thanks for walking with me.”
“Anytime.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and he spoke through a soft smile.
Slowly, he leaned closer until I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. My heart raced in anticipation. I’d dreamt of this moment. He put his hand on my cheek and I closed my eyes, turning into his touch. His thumb swept across my soft, pouty lips. Then he kissed me.
It was a gentle kiss, like a delicate breeze, but it stole my breath. Opening my eyes, I blinked a few times. My heart fluttered and I had goosebumps. He was so close that I could see the lines of black running through his irises. His tongue brushed softly against his bottom lip. Then he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again.
I put my hands on his chest, pushed myself onto my toes, and kissed him back. When his tongue touched my upper lip, I opened my mouth. Unlike the mechanical way Chad French kissed and my eighth grade boyfriend’s slobbery attempt at it, Devon knew what he was doing. His tongue massaged mine instead of assaulting it. I never wanted it to end, but he pulled away.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. “I don’t mind, really.”
He brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was likely only a few seconds. The tiny voice in my head that steered me away from trouble prompted me to walk away. Yet, my feet didn’t move.
“I should go,” he said as if he were trying to convince himself.
“You don’t have to,” I replied.
“I should. I have to go to work.”
“All right.” I sighed. “See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
He hesitated for a moment longer before he turned away. Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced back at me as he walked past the neighbor’s house. He smiled. Then he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.
I stood where he’d left me until he was at the end of the street. Once he’d gone around the corner, I went inside and picked up the phone to call Kennedy. I knew she’d disapprove, but I felt like I would explode if I didn’t tell someone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there. Her mom said she’d gone to the mall with some of the other girls from school. She promised to have Kennedy call, but I wasn’t surprised when the phone didn’t ring.
After I’d gotten the twins to bed and done my chores, I attempted to finish my homework, but my mind wouldn’t focus well enough for any of it to make sense. The only thing I could think about was Devon and the kiss. I desperately wanted to talk to someone about it, even if just to get it out of my system. The whole thing had completely thrown me for a loop. I wasn’t sure what to do. Breaking up with Chad was obvious, but there was still Devon’s girlfriend to think about.
What if he doesn’t break up with her? I thought. What if he doesn’t want to be more than friends and the kiss was a regrettable impromptu mistake? No. It couldn’t have been. He kissed me twice. He wanted to kiss me. That doesn’t mean he liked it, though. I don’t exactly have a lot of experience. I might be terrible at it. Maybe Chad isn’t a terrible kisser. Maybe I am.
Setting my textbooks to
“You’re just a powder keg of information, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
“I’m not sure what a powder keg is, but sure,” I said. “What about you? Anything interesting happening with the guys ?”
“You aren’t going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope.” I shook my head and laughed. “Not a chance.”
We stopped at the end of my driveway. I glanced at the house before turning to look at him. It was the first time I wished I lived farther away from the school so the walk could be longer. I didn’t want him to go.
“I guess we made it,” he said.
“Yep.” I nodded. “Thanks for walking with me.”
“Anytime.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and he spoke through a soft smile.
Slowly, he leaned closer until I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. My heart raced in anticipation. I’d dreamt of this moment. He put his hand on my cheek and I closed my eyes, turning into his touch. His thumb swept across my soft, pouty lips. Then he kissed me.
It was a gentle kiss, like a delicate breeze, but it stole my breath. Opening my eyes, I blinked a few times. My heart fluttered and I had goosebumps. He was so close that I could see the lines of black running through his irises. His tongue brushed softly against his bottom lip. Then he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again.
I put my hands on his chest, pushed myself onto my toes, and kissed him back. When his tongue touched my upper lip, I opened my mouth. Unlike the mechanical way Chad French kissed and my eighth grade boyfriend’s slobbery attempt at it, Devon knew what he was doing. His tongue massaged mine instead of assaulting it. I never wanted it to end, but he pulled away.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. “I don’t mind, really.”
He brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was likely only a few seconds. The tiny voice in my head that steered me away from trouble prompted me to walk away. Yet, my feet didn’t move.
“I should go,” he said as if he were trying to convince himself.
“You don’t have to,” I replied.
“I should. I have to go to work.”
“All right.” I sighed. “See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
He hesitated for a moment longer before he turned away. Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced back at me as he walked past the neighbor’s house. He smiled. Then he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.
I stood where he’d left me until he was at the end of the street. Once he’d gone around the corner, I went inside and picked up the phone to call Kennedy. I knew she’d disapprove, but I felt like I would explode if I didn’t tell someone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there. Her mom said she’d gone to the mall with some of the other girls from school. She promised to have Kennedy call, but I wasn’t surprised when the phone didn’t ring.
After I’d gotten the twins to bed and done my chores, I attempted to finish my homework, but my mind wouldn’t focus well enough for any of it to make sense. The only thing I could think about was Devon and the kiss. I desperately wanted to talk to someone about it, even if just to get it out of my system. The whole thing had completely thrown me for a loop. I wasn’t sure what to do. Breaking up with Chad was obvious, but there was still Devon’s girlfriend to think about.
What if he doesn’t break up with her? I thought. What if he doesn’t want to be more than friends and the kiss was a regrettable impromptu mistake? No. It couldn’t have been. He kissed me twice. He wanted to kiss me. That doesn’t mean he liked it, though. I don’t exactly have a lot of experience. I might be terrible at it. Maybe Chad isn’t a terrible kisser. Maybe I am.
Setting my textbooks to
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