sound of her pounding heart. The closet was pitch black, but she was glad because she didn’t want to see Chase’s face when he rejected her.
She’d never really kissed a boy before. Maybe a peck on the lips in the first grade. Other than that, she didn’t know the first thing about it. Her entire body trembled with anxiety and she wrung her hands compulsively. Oh God, what if his lips get caught on my braces?!
“You don’t have to-” Daylen began but was cut off by soft lips on her nose and part of her top lip.
Shock made her stumble back and she fell over some shoes on the floor. She heard laughter on the other side of the door and assumed they were all listening closely. Everyone, curious to see if the two best friends would really go through with kissing each other.
“I’m sorry, Day.” Chase’s voice reached her as she felt his hand blindly trying to find her.
When their hands connected, he pulled her back to her feet.
“I-It’s okay. I just wasn’t r-ready.” Daylen stammered.
“D-Do you wanna try again?” Chase’s voice sounded nervous. Daylen couldn’t fathom why. She figured he kissed girls all the time.
“O-Okay,” she whispered.
She felt his hands slowly move up her arms, over her shoulders and neck, till they clasped either side of her face. She figured he was making sure he didn’t miss her lips this time.
Chase slowly tilted her head back and this time his lips connected with hers. Daylen felt warmth spread from her tummy outward. She couldn’t believe that she was finally kissing the lips she had dreamed about since she was nine.
He gave her super soft kisses and his thumbs rubbed her round cheeks. He pulled away and Daylen thought that was it, that he was done. Chase leaned his forehead against hers, his breath fanning her face.
“Open your mouth, Day,” Chase instructed her.
She did as she was told and she felt his lips again. This time, though, she felt his tongue dip into her mouth and her breath hitched. Daylen didn’t dare move a muscle. She just kept her mouth open and shivered every time his tongue hit hers.
Chase pulled away and chuckled softly. “Day, you have to kiss me back. Move your tongue like mine.”
Daylen nodded her head in understanding before Chase dove in again. A few minutes passed as they explored each other’s mouths. Chase’s hands moved from her face to her shoulders. Just as his arms started to wrap her in a warm embrace, the door was flung open. Miguel stood on the other side with a grin from ear to ear on his face.
As he took in their faces and Daylen’s lipstick on Chase’s face, he nodded happily. “Ohh…shit!!! They did it!” He shouted out, to Daylen’s utter mortification.
Miguel pulled Chase out by his neck, shaking him happily. Chase clasped his hands in front of his pants, graciously took the praise, and then made a beeline to the bathroom. Amy pulled Daylen from the closet and tugged her to a quiet corner to get all of the details.
Chase slammed the door to the bathroom and collapsed against it. He couldn’t believe that he’d kissed his best friend and it had given him a stiffy. He’d had a chance to kiss a few girls in the last year or so, but something about kissing Day was different. She was completely innocent and he felt like a total jackass, though. He didn’t want to corrupt her or anyone else to, for that matter.
He also didn’t want to ruin their friendship. She was the best, best friend he’d ever had. She knew everything about him and didn’t judge him. When things were going really bad with his dad, she’d sit there for hours comforting him, just with her presence. He didn’t have to say anything and she understood, and vice versa.
Chase pushed off of the door and stood in front of the mirror. His lips and face were smeared with her red lipstick. He shook his head in frustration at himself.
“What are you doing, Chase? You can’t like your best friend, asshole. Find someone else to