We’d been hanging out as friends for a while, but one day after school he told me he had to talk to me. Alone. He drove me home and came over. My parents weren’t home and we went to my room to talk. I sat on the bed. It’s just where I hung out with friends, but suddenly it felt incredibly intimate.
He was nervous–he stood and paced for like a minute without saying anything. My heart was pounding in my chest and after a minute, he just did it: He asked me to be his girlfriend. I was kind of crazy surprised so I didn’t answer right away. Then he kind of freaked and said, “Just say no so I can go home.” (Really! He actually said that! I wrote it in my diary.)
I remember standing up to make him stay. And then I said yes. Before we even kissed! It felt like there was so much pressure on that kiss, but he didn’t hesitate after that. He leaned down (he’s tall–like 6’3″) and his lips on mine felt like–well, they felt exactly the way an awesome kiss is supposed to feel. It wasn’t like the hasty “mwah” at the junior high dance, or the summer camp smooch that really was more tongue than lip. Ew.
It was magical. I’m still not quite sure how to narrate it. I would not have been surprised if cheesy heart-shaped fireworks started going off outside my window like in a bad romcom.
I think I fell in love with love that day. Maybe that’s why I’ve been writing about it ever since. My latest novel, Unbreak My Heart, has lots of kisses. Some light, some passionate, some dreamt up, some forbidden. I will never ever get tired of kissing scenes!
When was your first kiss? Are you still waiting for the right person to come along? What’s your favorite movie kiss? Tell me everything in the comments!
Melissa Walker is the author of Unbreak My Heart.