It was so weird, being on this end. Taller, and leaning down, and kissing a pretty girl instead of a cute boy -- although, all right, she'd done that before, thanks to the sort of things that went on at slumber parties. And the pretty girl was usually a cute boy, just one who temporarily looked like a pretty girl, and more importantly, was romantic and dashing and made her heart flutter whenever he looked at her like that.
Not that either of them were looking, right now, since she was closing her lips over his with a nervous catch in her breath.
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:00 am (UTC)Not that either of them were looking, right now, since she was closing her lips over his with a nervous catch in her breath.