Heath: Absolutely hideous.
Heath: No! Fuck. You’re not hideous.
Heath: YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL THAT I KNOW.
Heath: IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
Heath: AND YOU HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL EYES. I LIKE THEM A LOT. NOT MORE THAN YOU, OF COURSE.
Heath: I LIKE YOU THE MOST.
I like you the most.
Ilike him the most too.
Heath:I hope you like me too or otherwise I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do.
Heath: I know you have feelings for me.
Heath: The way you kiss me, there’s no faking it.
My cheeks turn red.I can’t deny that I enjoy kissing him. It’s one of my favourite things to do. Now I understand why people kiss and why characters love making out. For some it’s the thrill and passion, but for me it’s the comfort and sweetness.
I tap on the message bar and start typing.
Hope:You’re a good kisser.
I watchthe dots appear and disappear on the screen. It’s like he can’t decide what he wants to send.
This is the first time we’re talking after the incident. No calls, no messages. Nothing. All we did was wonder about each other hoping we’d be okay.
Heath:That’s because I like kissing you.
Insecurity hitsme out of nowhere. I assume Heath has kissed other girls. There’s no way he hasn’t. The way he moved his lips and kissed me… yes, there’s no doubt that he hasn’t. And it makes me a little jealous that plenty of girls had him before me. He was someone else’s, before he wanted me.
Hope:More than the others…
I pressmy hand over my chest as I try to contain my heart inside. I don’t want him to think I’m jealous or anything. Just a little sad.
Heath:What others?
Hope: Other girls…
Heath: They meant nothing. I don’t even remember kissing them. It was fucking nothing.
Heath: I consider you my first kiss because I felt everything when I kissed you. It was the best kiss.
I smileat that because that’s exactly how I feel about our first kiss and every other after it.
Heath:Tell me you’re okay. Please.
Hope: I’m okay.
Heath: Are you hurt?
Hope: No
Heath: Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth.
