Peter - Twenty-Eight

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I am frozen. It takes a long time before I can kiss you back.

Then you pull away and I cannot help but touch my lips. I look down to the ground, where the bucket still lies, and over at the pigs. Anywhere but you.

My first kiss. I know my face is a burning shade of red.

I'm scared, Wendy.

I want to whisper it, but can't. After everything, after I thought I was grown.

I am scared like a little boy and all I can do is smile and say, "I better get back to work, darling."

Because what else can you say, after a girl kisses you?

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