This is probably one of the most romantic first kiss stories you’ll ever read.
She is sitting on the staircase at one of the lower floors in the shopping mall. It was those sort of emergency stairwell, nobody passed through unless they couldn’t find an escalator or elevator. He is chivalrously squatting in front of her. They talked for a bit. Then he kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her left cheek, then her right… No, she caught his lips with hers in the middle of his romantic traverse. It was their first kiss (at least he claimed it was); they typically knocked teeths before they settle into a rhythm. They kissed for a very long time, considering it was their first.
Told you it was romantic.
How was yours?
Note: she felt suitably grossed writing that; she wonders how romance writers write their sexy bits without feeling bashful. Goosebumps have yet to go away. *shiver*