“Once I told you I kissed 1000 women,” he smirked, “it was a lie.”

You sighed, answering, “I know.”

He blinked, his smirk still apparent and never going away. “I’ve only kissed two, or three hundred…” he looked away for a few seconds before his gaze returned to you. “Now, how many men have you kissed?”

“Very few,” you replied bluntly and quickly. You wished he hadn’t asked you this; this was something you were slightly insecure about, after all.

His smirk diminished into a toothy grin. “But you offered me a kiss… why?”

He tilted his head to the side, wondering what your response could possibly be. His sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and a low chuckle left his mouth as he waited for your response.

You looked at him for a few moments, thinking of why—what would be the best response? What would make sense to him?