Page 24 of Creamy

The last first kiss you’ll ever experience, a romantic voice coos. I sigh into his mouth. Are those birds I hear singing? Squirrels clapping? Bunnies thumping? I tangle my fingers in his shirt and smile against his lips.

This is it.

This is the kiss.

When he pulls away, we’re both breathless, and I’m worried I’ve left a puddle on my passenger seat.

Fred brushes my hair from my eyes. “Now, I’m taking you home and I won’t hear another word of protest from you. Got me?”

Dazedly, I bob my head.

“Good goose.”

He presses a kiss to my cheek and closes the door. My eyes are closed before the car even starts.

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