“Yes, my love?” He responded plainly.
“You like boys too, right?” I opened and I could’ve sworn he was almost blushing.
“Well…yes, I do.” He acknowledged. “But right now I like you.”
“And I never doubt that, don’t worry,” I assured him, placing my hand on his knee, the bright sun peeking through the clouds despite the winter chill. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to conceal that part of you for my sake.”
“I know I just, I think I got used to hiding it for so long that I don’t quite realise that it doesn’thaveto be a secret anymore.” He reminded himself with a weak smile.
“It really doesn’t, especially not with me. But it’s okay if you’re uncomfy talking about it all right now—”
“Actually.” He paused looking up at me, “I think I want to now.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Ask me…whatever you want to know.” He suggested and a wicked grin played across my face and I saw the instant regret in his eyes.
“Relax, I'm not going to ask anything too crazy,” I assured him.
“Oh thank God, because there are some things I don’t think you’d want to know all the details about.” He warned.
“Well…tell me, did you always know you liked boys too?”
“Actually I liked boys first.” He clarified, and I nodded listening in. “You are the first girl that I ever liked.”
“Wait really?” I gasped nearly choking on my lemonade. “And Jace?”
“Was my first crush, first kiss, first everything.” He explained, “I used to write all my valentines letters to him, I sent them all anonymously. He probably thought it was some girl from his class, he was very popular. But it was always me.”
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” I swooned and he laughed. “Tell me your first kiss story right now, I’ll tell you mine too?”
“Okay. Well, I was fifteen, we were camping on a field trip for school and we had to share a tent. We spent the whole night looking up at the stars, at that point we’d already confessed our feelings for each other but it hadn’t gone past that. He told me he wanted to try something different and told me to close my eyes, I thought he was going to prank me or something but then…well, then he just kissed me.” River spoke, tracing a finger over his lips reminiscently. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, taking him by surprise. There was a sharp intake of breath before he kissed me back slowly.
“Like that?” I wondered.
“No.” He refused, then kissed me again, this time he slid his tongue into my mouth and hit my bottom lip teasingly. “Like that.”
“You’re so pretty,” I told him and he rolled his eyes.
“Now you tell me about yours, you promised, a memory for a memory.” He reminded me.
“Well it was when I was fourteen at a sleepover during truth or dare, nothing special honestly I barely remember it.” I blathered and he seemed rather smug.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yes, good because from now onwards you’re only allowed to remember my kisses. All the others, don’t count.” He stated, his expression was completely serious and I laughed shoving his shoulder playfully.
“Deal, Kennedy.” I offered shaking his hand formally. “So then…what’s your type?”
“You.” He answered leaning in to kiss me once more.
“Correct answer.” I giggled.
“I don’t have one, I just like people sometimes. That’s it.” He answered.
“I like boys with pretty blue eyes,” I told him and he lifted an eyebrow.
