It was New Year’s Eve at 11:58 p.m.    You never had your first kiss, even though it was stupid and you were nearly 28. Most adults your age were married and had kids by now; you never touched a man, let alone been married to one.    Ghost and yourself were out on the balcony, drinking a cheap bottle of alcohol that Ghost brought you, tight git. Ghost was never the “celebrating” type; he always said that it was a waste of time and money.    Never celebrating his birthday or special occasions, you’d be lucky if you had a 99p Christmas card from him.    “Have you never had your first kiss before?” Ghost asks, and you simply shake your head; it was too embarrassing to actually say it out loud.   “Ever?” He raised his eyebrows sceptically.   “Ever.” You say.   11:59 PM    “Have you?” You turned to face him. “I’ve had my bit of fun, sure,” he smiled.   00:00 AM   He crashes your lips together before you can respond, caressing your face.