I Kissed The Boy Next Door

"Let me ask you something," he said. I waited, my insides twirling around. I'd do about anything for him not to be mad. "What if next time you let me kiss you?" The next time. That there'd be a next time meant he wasn't all that mad. "Would that be okay?" he asked. I swallowed hard. "That would be . . . fine. " . . .