“Of course,” his voice was barely audible over the noise of the bus.  He turned his head just enough to look me in the eye, and my heart skipped a beat.

:3

“Just play along.”  I put two fingers on the side of his chin, turning his head, and rose out of my seat just enough to touch my lips to his.

oh FUCK 😀

She really is pulling the “he’s mine, bitch” card, isn’t she! Although she probably has more in mind, considering she did just say she’d explain it to Brian afterwards and I don’t think she’d be willing to tell him “this girl who torments me was checking you out and I wanted to stake my claim”.

I suppose she’s flipping the coin – instead of the Harpies weaponizing the idea that she has a boyfriend or crush, she can assert herself against the Harpies by showing them that she can get a good-looking guy too.

Next up is showing herself that, but let’s take this one step at a time.

I expected electricity, fireworks, all that stuff you hear about.  I thought my heartbeat might race, or that my thoughts might dissolve into that chaotic mess that I’d experienced a few times in the recent pass. [sic]

What I didn’t expect was the calm.  The tension melted out of me, and all the worries, anxieties and conflicting thoughts faded into the background.  It was like the sense of peace I got from waking up at the loft, times ten.  All I thought about was the contact, how nice it was, the feeling of his lips on mine.

Full disclosure: I haven’t had my first kiss. But this… still sounds like an accurate description somehow? Even though I theoretically should have no way of verifying that?

I guess it might be because this is what it looks like people are feeling during well-executed kissing scenes in movies, or something.