The Double Kiss

"This is the first time I am kissing you." His iron hot voice felt like silk sheets draping my blurry heart, dodging the streetlights leading back home. I always liked the dark. I lived the dark.

I couldn't help myself. The corner of my lips shot up as I tried to suppress it. I wish there were red roses this time, syncing with the clouds floating around us, but there was not even a whiff of wind. Just silence.

How good are clouds from a closed window when you don't know you are choking?

I whispered under my breath, the smirk I wore jumping up and down my face with rushing excitement and halting accomplishment.

"And this is my second time."

"What???"

"Nothing, really. I just like to stay one step ahead."

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Join Kat as she tries to uncover a string of mass murders, public destruction all while doing her top-secret assassination job alongside Mr Statue of Liberty, her long time friend (on paper)

But the most important question.

Did she kiss him twice?