I've decided to share the first kiss I ever wrote, which also happens to be the long-awaited first kiss of high-school sophomore, Emily Wilkins, in Frog Kisses and Fairytale Misses:
As we made it to the car, Brad took the keys from me and put them in his pocket. He leaned on the car then pulled me over to stand in front of him. A minivan beside us offered some privacy. Still, I searched the parking lot for unwanted company. Brad whispered as if fate might hear, “We’re alone.”
“At last,” I said. Angles of light came down around us. Even in the shadows I could see when his easy smile became the look that had taunted me since the fair. He wanted me. A guy I liked wanted to kiss me.
I half-expected some calamity to befall us as his head came down toward mine. After a few tentative kisses, he bent forward and deepened the kiss. By the time our tongues met I was nothing but shot nerve endings and raging hormones.
He stopped and a dreamy, “Wow,” escaped my lips.
His face hovered close to mine. “So, was it worth the wait?”
I smiled. “You have no idea.”
What do you think? Did your first kiss go so well, or would you rewrite it if you could?