He looked shocked, as if there was no way anybody would ever want to kiss him. Well, he obviously doesn't look in the mirror much. "What?" He asked.
"You heard me," I answered. "Kiss me."
He walked toward me slowly, obviously giving me time to change my mind if I wanted. Which I didn't. I decided to tap into his mind for a couple of seconds, just to get his reaction. He was so scared. Don't get me wrong, I was to. I mean, what if I messed up? But it didn't mean I was just gonna take it back. No way.
By the time he was close enough, I was breatihng hard and my heart was racing. Jeez, I had some serious problems, didn't I? He lwaned down slowly, closing his eyes. I imagine this is very difficult. I'm five feet tall, he's about six seven. Not the most ideal predicament, but hey, I'm not about to complain. I stood up on my toes, closing in the distance between our lips, and kissed him. It was slow and soft, but at the same time, fast and rough. Again, I wasn't about to complain. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him with all I had. It was pretty amazing.
"Well, that was-" the best thing I've ever done, he finished his sentence in his mind. I smiled wide, like a little kid would on Christmas morning. "It was wasn't it?" I asked. "Eavesdropping again?" he answered me with a question "Oh, just a bit." I smirked.