“This is where we were the first time I realized I wanted to kiss you,” he said. “You were sitting right over there. I think we were twelve, maybe thirteen. It was one of the last times we came up here. Your hair was down. Usually, back then, you always wore it in a ponytail. But it was down and you were drinking a bottle of lemonade. You’d just gotten done shopping with Gabby at the mall. You were telling me about all of the different flavors of lip gloss you bought. I’d never cared about your lip gloss before. But that day,” he said with a low laugh, “that was all I could think about. In fact, that’s all I thought about for days. Maybe even years. I wanted to taste every damn one of those flavors.”
“Really?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise.
He nodded. “Did you think you were the only one that wanted that dare?”
I scrunched up my face as I made my admission. “About that…The dare wasn’t really Gabby’s idea.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, feigning surprise.
“Yeah. It was probably pretty obvious, huh?”
He shrugged but he was smiling. “That night, I just kept wishing that I’d kissed you sooner. Because I knew in the morning you were leaving. I was sure I’d never get the chance to kiss you again. But here you are.”
“Here I am,” I echoed.