Page 57 of Be My Compass

“No,” he says firmly.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“It’ll be weird,” I say again.

“It won’t.” He grunts.

“We’re friends.”

“Best friends.”

I hesitate. “Kissing is…”

“Natural.”

“Not for us.”

“Kae.”

“It might be hard.”

“Never.”

“But—”

The rest of my words sputter to nothing as Kastle’s lips collide with mine.

Fourteen

Kastle

It’s like coming home.

That’s what Kaelyn’s lips feel like.

Soft, plush pillows I can lay in.

Rest in.

Find refuge.

I don’t push.

Not the way I’ve imagined so many times in my head.

There’s no tongue.

No motions.

It’s just my lips against hers.

Still.

Like a river with a roaring current, but it’s underneath.

Invisible to the naked eye.

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