Sitting on the floor next to a boy you were interested in kissing was sort of awkward. For one, Laney was sitting indian-style and leaning back on her palms. For another, she had to turn her head at an uncomfortable angle to get to his lips. But, surprisingly, neither of these things mattered. They just seemed to fade to the background, making way for the less kosher thoughts to come take over. The pubescent dam had been broken. Hormones were rushing around, destroying every logical brain cell in sight. Really, with his arm around her like that, if she'd been asked to say even the simplest thing, she probably would have drawn a blank. Not to mention, her mouth was pretty occupied.
To remedy the awkward, she pushed off her palms and let Alfie hold her up. He seemed to want to do it anyways, and she knew he was strong enough. Her arms, not knowing what else to do, rested on his shoulders. After a moment, feeling bond, they wove around his neck. That was what girls did, right? Laney wasn't sure. She just knew she liked the way his hair felt against the smoothness of his skin. It was a strange thing to notice or feel any kind of affinity to, but she'd never experienced anything like it. Sue her.