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No, but I’m about to shatter some dreams and I fucking hate that I have to do it.
"I won’t make fun of you," I promised.
“First kisses—to me—are magic,” she explained slowly, giving me a hard look out of the corner of her eyes, daring me to laugh. But I didn’t want to laugh. I listened with rapt attention while Piper wrung her hands together. “It’s a soul connection. You can feel it.”
Goddammit.
“What?” Piper’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s the look on your face?”
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “That’s bullshit.”
“I knew you were going to make fun of me.”
“It’s not making fun of you,” I pointed out. “It’s arguing. There’s a difference. And first kisses aren’t magic, that’s just something people say when they haven’t kissed enough people. There are good and bad kisses. Simple as that.”
Her blush deepened. “You’re missing the point. It’s not about good kissing—”
“What?” My mouth hung open. “Sullender kissed like shit?”
“I didn’t say that!” Piper blurted out.
“You just did. Goddamn.”
I didn’t feel bad for Thomas. Not for a fucking second. Instead, a deep sense of pleasure washed over me from the depths of somewhere I’d never felt before. Her ex-boyfriend kissed like shit. Ha. It made me feel good just hearing that—which was fucking stupid—but I just got knocked in the head with a table, so I could feel anything I wanted. I smirked.
“Oh and what?” Piper rolled her eyes. “I could go figure it out? Kiss every guy on campus?”
The smirk dropped off my face. “I didn’t say that.”
“Just because you don’t know what a soul connection is, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. First kisses are magic,” Piper said, exasperated.
“It’s technique.”
“It’s magic.”
“Technique.”
“Adam, it’s something you’ll never understand because you’re just a—”
I shifted up and my heart thumped in my chest. “We could test it out together.”
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Piper
All Technique, All Experience
What in the world could I say to that?
I gazed at Adam, at a complete loss for words. Kissing Adam? It wasn’t like I’d never thought about it. Sure, I’d pictured it once or twice. And maybe a few more times in the shower after I saw him lifting weights in the gym. But thinking about kissing Adam alone was a whole lot different than being inches away from him, with the taste of his cologne on the back of my tongue.
I swallowed. Hard. “Test it?”
“Yeah.” Adam tilted his head back, watching me. “Because I’m right.”
I would’ve rolled my eyes if I remembered how. It was hard to think about anything else.
I knew exactly how Adam saw it. The Marrs Manwhore knew more about the world than little, naïve Piper, who’d kissed exactly one boy in her life, the same boy who wouldn’t stop bothering her twenty-four seven.
