A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime

When someone tells you not to freak out, you want to do exactly that.

“I won’t try anything you don’t want me to,” he says.

See, that’s the problem. I might want him to try all sorts of things …

I remember everything about you, Wren.” His gaze turns serious. “Every single little thing.”

It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got all afternoon to listen.”

“I like you, Birdy. And I don’t go chasing after random girls in art galleries on a Saturday morning. That’s not my style.”

The smile is still there, and I’m tempted to slap it off his face.

Or kiss it off.

Okay fine, more like kiss it off

I’m your friend.”

Until this very moment, I would’ve never described Crew Lancaster as my friend.

“Are you really?” I whisper.

“I’m whatever you want me to be.”

I don’t know what it’s like, to be liberated. To feel free. It’s a foreign concept. I’m told what to do, where to do it, and when I should. My entire life, I’ve been completely controlled

Sometimes, doing something without thinking can be liberating.”

Maybe I deserve to fall in love and go out on dates and kiss a boy for hours and let him touch me wher