you both were standing in the empty classroom after class, sitting close. He speaks up, looking at you.

“Once I told you I kissed a thousand women, it was a lie.”

I know. you say back, smiling.

“I’ve only kissed two or three hundred, now, how many men have you kissed?” he asks, looking at you.

Very few. you mumble, your cheeks becoming red.

“But you offered me a kiss. Why?” he asks, smirking a little.

Such a foolish reason I’m afraid. I just wanted to kiss you. you respond.