Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?

America Singer, you get back here." He ran in front of me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we stood, chest to chest. "Tell me," he whispered. I pinched my lips together. "Fine, then I shall have to rely on other means of communication." Without any warning, he kissed me.

It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

Despite the knowledge that her affections were unattainable, I couldn't help but be drawn to try.

Do you think the ability to sleep in counts as a special skill?” I asked Dad, trying to sound torn over the decision. “Yes, list that. And don’t forget to write that you can eat an entire meal in under five minutes,” he replied. I laughed. It was true; I did tend to inhale my food. “Oh, the both of you! Why don’t you just write down that you’re an absolute heathen!” My mother went storming from the room.

He'd wanted his first kiss to be with me.

I should have known that if any girl was going to disobey an order, it would be you.