Me neither D:
Alfie was by no means an expert at kissing. Considering he was 14 and that this was his first real kiss though, he wasn't all too bad at it. Some would call it being a natural. Alfie didn't really think of it that way. Actually, he wasn't really thinking much at all. The only thing that mattered was Laney, and even though all the criteria that pertained to him was also true about her, she too was a pretty good kisser.
When her hand moved to rest on his shoulder, Alfie did the next best thing that felt natural. He slipped his arms behind her and then around her waist, awkwardly positioning himself in a half squat, half hover over her as they kissed. Wasn't there supposed to be some motion here or something? He thought about what a kiss was like and slowly brought his lips together as he tugged Laney closer to him. Whatever was happening, he had no conscious idea. Everything was instinctual, and with the way things were going, that was fine by him.