PS- This needed to have its own little segment,
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Fireworks.
Fireworks and sour skittles and hyperness and sugar rushes didn’t compare to the feelings that spun and popped and ricocheted inside of me. I was glowing, I was soaring, I was the strongest I’d ever been, I was the weakest I’d ever been, it was glorious, utterly glorious.
Kissing Michael was like kissing a mix of sunshine and chocolate and love.
I was instantly addicted.
When we pulled away I couldn’t do anything but stare at Mike, eyes wide as saucers.
“Did that feel as good to you as it did to me?” I whispered, staring at him intently.
“Yeah,” he said fervently. “Should we try again?”
“I think we should!” and resume the kissing.
The kissing would’ve probably gone on forever if I hadn’t have heard that puppy dog whine from not too far away.
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Never Been Kissed: Sophomore Year
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