My First Kisses

“Well, you’re in luck,” he said, too loud and much too cavalier as he bent and put his hands on his own hips, and oh god he thought he’d grown out of making a complete fool of himself in front of her. “I am?” she asked, slanting him a sly little look that made him remember exactly why he used to make such a fool of himself in the first place. “This cat? Totally down for all of your kissing needs,” he said with a hand over his heart, practically begging her to shut him up, to shoot him down, to do something, anything that would give him back the ability to just stop.He knew that to this she would say, Oh my god, Chat.Or, Still? I thought we went over this.Or, Nice try, kitty.Or—“…You would?”—what.