"Then let's close our eyes. We can both imagine we kiss a beautiful girl." She laughs but I see on the pale skin of her cheeks that she is blushing too.
"Why do I have to imagine it?" I answer and she hides her have between her hands.
"Don't say that. It's embarrassing." She says and I laugh.
"Now you are embarrassed. This was your idea. I am the victim here!" I protest and take her hands off her face.
"I know it was my idea. But it seems so... boring to have my first kiss here. In a small hotel room." She answers getting on her feet.
Now thinking about it. It sounds a little mechanic. Like you do what you have to do. A job to get it over with.
"I agree." I say.
"I guess it was a bad idea after all..." She says but looks down, slightly disappointed.
"I didn't agree with that, I ju
