"He was leaning in. This was it. "Close your eyes, silly girl!" I told myself, but I couldn't bring myself to actually shut them. I was terrified. What if I was a bad kisser? What if he didn't like me afterwards? And what exactly was I supposed to do with my hands?

"Wait." I whispered and immediately regretted it. He stood up straight.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking like he thought he upset me. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Um, it's not that." I stuttered. "I-I've never been kissed." I felt my face turned red. I was seventeen for God's sake. Way too old to be afraid of a first kiss.
"Oh," he replied, his shoulders relaxing. He gave me an embarrassed smile. "I thought I"d did something wrong." He paused for a second, still smiling. "I've never kissed someone either."

I don't know what I expected. I mean, he'd never talked about other girls, but I kind of assumed. A wave of relief paused over me.
"I guess neither of us knows what they're doing." I laughed.
"I'm okay with that." he whispered.

And then, he kissed me."