Bab 8: A Mistake

"What are you talking about? He did! He just kissed me and stole it," I croaked, a tear falling from my eye. He wiped it away with his thumb and shook his head.

"Yeah, he did just kiss you, but that wasn't your first kiss. I had that a long time ago," he explained, with a half-smile that made his face look beautiful. What the hell was he talking about? I'd never kissed him. I frowned, thinking back, trying to remember. "Remember when I hurt myself when I fell out of that tree in my front garden? I was thirteen and my freaking leg hurt so badly, and you asked what you could do to make the pain go away." He closed his eyes and shook his head at the memory, with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.