Mr. Rowland slowly leaned in, pulling my face away from the TV so I turned towards him. I instinctively resisted a little, but it only re-fish-lipped my mouth as if I’d learned about kissing from a cartoon set in an aquarium.

The closer he came, the harder my heart beat and the more I hyperventilated. This wasn’t supposed to be how my first kiss went.

A fraction of a second before his lips touched mine, I started to protest.

“W-”

It was too late, he was kissing me. My first kiss would be in the record books forever as with a guy maybe triple my age who I was supposed...