Emile smiled at the praise and felt his face flush. The only other person that had ever praised him like that was his mother. Kale fit perfectly into his life and gave him that love he needed, but also some thing more.
When Kale laid his hand on Emile's cheek he didn't see the kiss coming, but he wanted it. He had seen many kisses, studied it in fact, he never wanted his first kiss to be sloppy or messy. He kissed back, but the problem was while he did what he thought he should, he had no rhyme to the kiss. He opened his mouth when it should be closed and closed it when it should be opened and what was he supposed to do with his tongue?