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Chapter 12

Camila was no stranger to first kisses. She had one at a school dance, a couple in the backseat of cars, more than she cared to remember in bars. Most of them were pretty forgettable. Camila had also seen a million supposedly epic first kisses in movies. Honestly, she never thought that movie kisses did the public any good. In fact, they were dangerous and irresponsible. They were rehearsed and choreographed. Real first kisses were never like that. For example, when you really kiss someone for the first time, you never know which way the other person's going to go. It was probably a good thing that Lauren was left-handed. Their heads totally went in the right direction.

Movie kisses almost always are just too many people smushing their lips together like they're trying to fuse through saliva. Lauren didn't kiss like that at all. Her lips parted just enough for Camila's to connect like a puzzle. That's what it felt like, two pieces of the same puzzle. It wasn't too wet, but just wet enough that their lips slid against each other fluidly without having to hose off afterward.

Camila didn't have any idea why her hands immediately went to Lauren's hips. It wasn't like she planned it. She did, however, make the conscious decision to trail them up Lauren's sides and onto her face. That was nice. That way she could keep Lauren's head steady as she brushed her tongue across her bottom lip. Lauren seemed to enjoy it, too, because she sucked Camila's tongue into her mouth and started to walk them backwards. Camila wasn't going to argue. She'd go anywhere Lauren wanted to take her.

It turned out that it wasn't that far. Lauren's back hit pretty hard against a wall and Camila couldn't do much more than hold on tighter. She didn't realize that she had also also slipped her leg between Lauren's until the raven moaned and tugged her sweatshirt even harder, pulling it up ever so slightly.

Lauren's hands never did go flying everywhere. No. But she'll never forget the feel of Lauren's nails scratching downward just under her belly button. How her fingers just barely dipped behind the button of her jeans before curling and grasping her belt buckle like it was the only thing keeping her from falling right off the face of the Earth. Or how Lauren's other hand trailed across the hem of her sweatshirt, around her hip and down to her ass.

She'll always remember what it was like to feel those short, deep breaths that Lauren couldn't hold back when she leisurely switched from sucking Camila's lower lip to biting the top one. Her mind will never erase the feeling of Lauren's heart pounding just under hers. Or the excitement of Lauren's hips moving against her own, subtly. Rocking. Slowly.

She'll remember the sounds for the rest of her life. The staccato breathing. The low moans. The mumbled 'Camz.' The sound of mouths moving together in perfect rhythm. The pop of Lauren's lips. The dull thud of their bodies bumping against the wall.

It was no fake movie kiss. It was the real thing. It was the perfect first kiss. It was the perfect moment. It was Camila's moment. Every other experience was a kiddie carnival ferris wheel ride in comparison. Camila and Lauren's first kiss was a massive, upside down, three twists and an 80 foot drop rollercoaster adventure. She didn't even know if physics allowed that, but chemistry sure as hell did.

The problem was, watching too many movie first kisses makes everyone believe that they end in mind-blowing simultaneous orgasms or declarations of undying, never-ending love. That's what Camila thought. So she was really confused when this one didn't end in either of those.

When Lauren pulled back, Camila went with her. She was absolutely content to keep kissing, possibly forever. So, at the very least, late December. Lauren had let go of her belt, though, and the other hand went from her ass to her chest. The light push was just enough to halt Camila's progress and she hung there for a second before opening her eyes.