• "What do you expect to happen?" I asked. I don't know why his face was so close to mine; I was sure I hadn't implied I wanted him to kiss me.
    "What do you mean?" he asked while making circles on my back with his thumb.
    "Stop it!"
    "Stop what?"
    "Stop leaning over me and making circles and everything! What do you expect to happen? We're going to kiss passionately and go running off into the sunset?! I've known you for three hours!"
    "Look around you Lila. We're on the beach, covered in the breeze. We just ran away from a party with all our friends. And the purple glaze of the sunset is beautiful. You say you don't want to kiss me but you haven't left my grip. So you tell me what's going to happen," he said slowly and surely. His eyes melted my anger and I was oblivious to everything but him. Then I remembered why I was with him at that moment: He was perfect.
    "Then we're in a fix," I said.
    "But there's one crucial solution."
    "What."
    "We kiss."
    "Oh whatever," I sighed and pressed my lips to his. The breeze blew my hair around and I wrapped my legs around him. The kiss lasted forever.