Page 42 of The Kissing Booth
Chapter 10
WHEN MY LIPStouched his, he tasted of spearmint and cotton candy, which wasn’t as bad as it might sound. I kissed him back and forgot everything for a moment – forgot this was a kissing booth, forgot we were in public, forgot that it was Noah, who I was supposed to hate so much for being so interfering. For a second, I even forgot that this was my first kiss.
I just kissed him back, following his lead. And when I felt his tongue touch the tip of mine, I opened my mouth a little wider, letting him deepen the kiss. I kissed him back harder. I didn’t have the slightest clue what I was doing; I just followed his lead.
We broke apart at the same time, but he stayed there, his forehead resting on mine. Both of us were breathing hard.
‘Damn,’ he said; a smirk played at the corners of his lips and his eyes sparkled at me. I couldn’t tell if that was a good ‘damn’ or a ‘damn, I just kissed my little brother’s best friend’.
‘Yeah,’ I whispered back anyway, making him chuckle.
There were a few wolf-whistles from the crowd. I barely noticed them.
Someone tapped my shoulder, making me jump.
‘Uh – I’ll take over now, if you want,’ said Karen, giving me a knowing smile. Still feeling dazed from the kiss, I nodded and stood up, letting her take my place. I walked out of the booth slowly, feeling totally surreal. This must have been a dream. I didnotjust make out with Noah Flynn! And not in front of so many people!
After the almost-stripping not so long ago, that probably didn’t do much for my reputation. I fought the urge to bury my head in my hands.
My lips felt all tingly – in a good way, though. It was weird. I could still taste spearmint and cotton candy, and feel his slightly scratchy stubble on my cheek.
It was surreal.
I’d had my first kiss. And it hadn’t been any old kiss; not a peck on the lips, or anything like that – more like a full-on make-out session.
The chances of me having my first kiss on a kissing booth with Noah Flynn were so slim... I was starting to think that it had never happened.
‘See, that wasn’t so bad.’
I jumped at Lee’s voice.
‘What?’ he asked, oblivious, looking up from his cell phone.
‘I – I think... I think I just made out with your brother,’ I stammered quietly, disbelievingly.
His eyebrows shot up. ‘How the hell did I miss that? Not that I wanted to see it. You and my brother? Weird. Just plain weird. But seriously, how did I not notice that?’
‘Are you texting Rachel?’
‘Yeah.’
‘That’s why you missed it.’
He laughed and shook his head at me. ‘Okay, you’re right. Hey, um, would you mind if I took Rachel to the movies tonight? After the carnival’s over.’
‘Sure,’ I said. ‘No problem. I can find another ride.’
‘Maybe your dad can take you. He’s brought Brad, right?’
‘Yeah. They’re here somewhere.’
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I was surrounded. There were at least a dozen girls wanting to know if it was true – had I just made out with Flynn at the kissing booth? Like, seriously?
They wanted every last detail. With a sigh, I explained that Karen had bailed... Um, yes, there was tongue... What?... No, I didn’t know if I liked him that way or not... Maybe? I don’t know.
And yeah, it had been my first kiss.
They were all undeniably jealous of course. But they wanted to know if I was getting together with Flynn. Of course, none of them really wanted Flynn to be taken. They wanted a single Flynn they could flirt with and drool over (probably at the same time).
