With the first touch of her lips against his, Henry felt his protests dissipate. He sighed, letting himself sink into this, his first kiss. Ellie's lips were ridiculously soft, and she smelled good, and this felt...
He dropped the shoe he'd been holding, clutching at Ellie's waist to tug her closer instinctively. "Ell," he breathed, pulling back slightly. "I... I don't think he dumped you because of your kissing," he croaked finally, hearing his voice crack midway through the sentence.