I was a few weeks shy of my fifteenth birthday, at a Christmas party thrown by one of the other members of the high school concert choir. The pizza and cake had been consumed, and everyone had tromped down to the rec room to watch the annual broadcast of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
I was snuggled up next to a boy I’d been dating for a couple of months. He had his arm around me, we were breathing in sync, and around the point Rudolph and the elf got to the Island of Misfit Toys I looked up at him, gazed into his eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me. I met him halfway.
Tell us about the first time you really wanted a kiss… and got one.
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