There are worst things in life than kissing boys.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

I guess I did miss Dante-even though I tried hard to not think about him. The problem with trying hard not to think about something was that you thought about it even more.

I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.