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“But if you never try, you’ll never know what it’s like,” I told her with a shrug.

“True, but still…”

“Kiss me,” I suggested, receiving a questionable look from her.

“What?”

“Kiss me and I’ll let you know what I think of your kissing skills,” I offered.

She studied my face for a while before her frown deepened but then disappeared again.

“Are you sure? Won’t that make things awkward between us?”

“Ken, we’re best friends since we’re little. We’ve peed in a kiddie pool while sitting in it before. Doesn’t get any more personal than that,” I laughed.

She snorted and shook her head. “Guess so. Okay, at least you’ll be brutally honest if I kiss like a drunk person.”

I chuckled and nodded, then got on the bed with her and waited for her to sit up straight.

“Ready?” I asked, placing my hand on her thigh and moving closer.

“I think so.”

“Relax, Ken. It’s just a kiss.”

She nodded and breathed in deeply before looking into my eyes and waiting for me to make a move.

I licked my lips and leaned in closer, moving my hand up to her cheek and cupping it gently before my lips touched hers.

Kissing girls was always a nice experience for me, although I hadn’t done it in a long time.

Kennedy was shy, and I could tell she wasn’t as relaxed as she seemed from the outside.

Instead of using my tongue right away, I let her ease into me a little more, and when she finally placed her hand on my thigh, I knew she wasn’t totally lost when it came to kissing.

Her lips were soft and moved slowly against mine, and that was enough for me to know that she didn’t suck at kissing.

I moved my lips against her one last time before pulling back, noticing that she wanted more but quickly realized how nice it was and turning bright red again.

“Wasn’t so bad, huh?” I asked with a smile.

“No, it was…very nice,” she admitted.

“I think so too. Mason will love the way you kiss. Maybe dare to do a little more. Use your tongue and just go for it. You’ll see. The more you kiss someone, the more you understand what the other likes and dislikes, and sooner or later it comes naturally.”

I got up from the bed and walked toward the door, but she stayed right there on the bed.

“Did anything ever happen that made you the person you are today?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…did something happen you never told me about? That need for an older guy’s attention must come from somewhere.”

Right.

Like other girls with daddy issues who needed an older man to act as their father because their own was never around.

Nothing against those women, and I surely wouldn’t shame them for it.

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