Kissing Savannah was like... Going home. It was like eating strawberries, or winning a basketball game, or Christmas. It made him feel happy and warm. He bought his hands up and placed one in her hair, one on her cheek. Things were a little fuzzy, but to him, his intentions were clear.
"Savannah..." he said, pulling back and looking at her, running his thumb over her cheek, "I wanna try this again." He didn't know what made him say it, but he did.