Our noses touched, each breath fanned the other’s face.
The anticipation destroyed me, feeling like I am a virgin all over again, learning how to operate my body parts once more.
Amaya was the cause of this, she was the image of picture-perfect in my textbook.
Before I made a fool of myself, I chose to pull myself away.
"Uh...do I have bad breath?" she asked, backing away.
I couldn't make eye contact with her. I was too busy scolding myself for not taking the opportunity then and there.
"No... I just don't...I can't alright," I say, frustrated with only myself now.
I was inches away from ultimately taking the chance and I didn’t even seize it. When she demanded me to kiss her, to get it over with, I became like Greg, a wimp, but at least he had the balls to kiss her when the c
