Toby gives his best friend a gentle tap with his foot. “Kaley? You awake?”
She is unresponsive. Toby has a momentary panic that she might possibly kinda maybe be dead, but then she lets out an uncomprehensive snore and rolls onto her back, her arm now sprawled across Toby’s lap.
Toby doesn’t move Kaley’s arm, instead marveling at the way the five-foot-one, ninety pound twig-of-a-girl can take up the entire sofa. She’s all angles and limbs and elbows and knobbly knees, but in the best possible way. Toby would feel incomplete if his best friend’s limbs weren’t constantly poking at his side.
The idea that, by next year, Toby will not be able to see her every minute of every day makes him sick to his stomach, and Toby decides that if he ever loves his future girlfriend, boyfriend, wife, whatever, half as much as he adores his best friend, he will live a happy life.
He leans over and places a kiss on her cheek, and she smiles, almost as if her sleeping conscience is pleasantly surprised at this demonstration of affection.
“I have a secret,” he whispers. “This’ll be our secret, okay? I’ll miss you like hell.”
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Osculation
Romance"As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly." In which Anna writes about a lot of people kissing.
