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And my stomach

And the half-eaten dinner I’est

“I want to do it again,” he says

I stare back at him “Do what?”

“Kiss you” His fingers in ain, Bobby Just to see”

“Just to see …?”

My words aren’t conscious choices I’ what I hear fro at for years, lips that never belonged to h to be Jimmy’s type

Until recently

“Can we just try this?” he softly asks, nearly pleading “Can I kiss you and we just … see where this goes? Can we, Bobby?”

I s once, lick my lips, then lamely say, “O-Okay”

Jimmy rises from his chair

I rise from mine at the same time, a perfect mirror of him

Our sweaty hands still grip one another’s as our bodies slowly draw close

There is an uncertainty and an excite cockiness is nowhere to be found

This boy in front ofinto all-new territory

Before he appears to be ready, he drops his lips to mine and takes my mouth with his own

I shut ive in to the warmth of his kiss

It is the fullest kiss my lips have ever felt

I tilthim press deeper into my face Waves of warm breath crash overwhich of us is leading I feel coe the next

The kiss ends at once, and he pulls away

I open ets when he works out, or dances too hard, or jogs with me

I feel a private satisfaction in how much I’ve worked him up

“Bobby …”

That one uttering of my name splits me open, the sensitive, almost broken tone in his voice “Yeah?”

“Can we …?” He seems to nod toward his bed

That nod could s But I take it at its et you off your feet”