Jennifer continued to look up at John, her hand still around his. As he leaned over, she slowly started to close her eyes. They were really going to kiss, and she could feel her heart start to wildly pound in her chest. He was so close but before her lips could touch his, he was pulling back, and looking to the side.
Blinking, Jennifer gave him a confused look. When he stepped back, she frowned. Why was it every time she went to kiss someone, something had to happen? Letting out a frustrated sigh, Jennifer continued to look up at him. Maybe it was time to be a little more bold. She wanted to kiss John. She was tired of things not going her way when it came to the men she liked.
Jennifer looked down and noticed she still had a hold of his hand. She then looked at John again and decided to just do it. If he didn't like it, she wouldn't do it again. Leaning up, she pressed her lips against his. Kissing John was pretty close to perfect.
After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and stepped back. She wrapped her towel around her waist, and picked up her bag. "We probably should. Wouldn't want to be late," she said with a small smirk before she turned and started to walk off.