Amy and I lay face to face on my bed. She smiled and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
Then she kissed me.
It was two days before Christmas Eve. Amy had come over to watch a movie, but we’d ended up hanging out in my room instead, in part because Luke was being a brat and, in part, because we’d rather be doing this than watching a film. This being making out.
I felt like I was getting pretty good at it, the kissing. I hadn’t exactly had much practice before, but it was fairly