Rose
Like most girls, Rose had daydreamed about her first kiss for years. She never would've imagined that it would be on a day when she'd finally had to face the devastating fact that her mother had no interest in raising her. And she certainly hadn't imagined it would happen the day she professed her love to the guy doing the kissing. She'd always assumed the kissing would come first, and later there would be declarations of love, but this made it even more special.
Rose had heard of boys Vincent's age mistaking lust for love all too many times. They'd put up with girls who they didn't even really like, just because the girl was giving it up, and they truly thought they were in love. Vincent had yet to even kiss her when he'd told her he was in love with her. So it meant that much more
