he's a good kisser
and she can only hope she isn't too awful
she's not sure how her hands fit into the whole equation, and she keeps them bunched at her sides until they move apart for air
then, isaac takes her fingers and loops them around his neck
they're so close that she feels his smile against her lips
"hands here, babe"
his skin is soft and rugged here somehow
boys are strange but lovely things, she decides
she strokes the fine downy hairs on the back of his neck with a fascinated sort of curiosity
seeming pleased by her touch, he kisses her again
"i really like you, adeline"
he says it again and again, breathing the words into her like air
YOU ARE READING
into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
