He was kissing you—his first kiss, and it was happening right now. He had initiated it, thinking he was bold enough to handle it. But as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate, nerves crept in. His confidence wavered, and in his flustered state, a small explosion sparked at your waist.

Now, you sat beside him, pressing an ice pack against the spot, your expression unmistakably irritated. Silence hung between you, heavy and awkward. He hesitated, then finally worked up the courage to speak.