Lips pressed against lips, remaining there for a few seconds.
It was awkward, impulsive, and yet so green.
Rae stepped back and then looked at Wyatt, who was also looking at her, their beautiful eyes locked in contact, their breath intertwining chaotically, the shadows in their pupils so close at hand.
Standing there, her cheeks flushed red by the sunset, she asked Wyatt, "Has anyone else ever kissed you?"
Wyatt, sitting down, had to look up, "No."
How could there be no one?
Rae pointed out, "The locker room at the basketball court."
In the locker room at the basketball court, she had bitten him during a power outage, and he hadn't seen the "culprit," so if you were serious, it counted as "someone else" to him.
He said, "It was you."
Rae was surprised, "How did you know it was me?" It was pitch-black at that time; he couldn't have seen clearly.
"I haven't encountered a second person quite like you."
