When I couldn’t bear Jason’s stare anymore, I turned away from his face to find both Daniel and Annabelle gone. My friends whistled at us in the mocking way friends do, not understanding that the previous night I had refused to kiss Jason.
 

 

                “We, um, need to get to class,” I said, taking Jason’s hand and pulling him towards the hallway. We walked until we were alone.
 

 

                “Now, I’d be a fool not to have enjoyed that, but I must admit I’m a little ticked off. What, so you won’t kiss me unless someone’s watching? Did you think if you didn’t agree to be my girlfriend I’d stop your little show?”
 

 

                “No, no Jason it wasn’t like that!” I insisted. He raised one eyebrow in reply.
 

 

                “I didn’t kiss you last night because I don’t do that. I still can’t believe I just pulled that back there. That’s not who I am, I-I just lost control and-“
 

 

                “So it’s difficult for you to want to kiss me, is that it? Forgive me if I’m being unfair, but I feel insulted,” he cut me off.
 

 

                “Jason,” I said, taking a step closer and putting my hand on his chest. “I want to kiss you. Believe me. But I shouldn’t have. Our first kiss shouldn’t have been in front of my ex-boyfriend and a bunch of other random people. I’m so sorry,
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                Jason looked over my head and let out a breath considering how to respond. He took a step towards me and put his hand behind my head. Ever so gently, he tilted my head up so that my lips met his. He kept one hand under my chin, and the other he put on the small of my back to pull me closer. The kiss was much less demanding, and was instead sweet. He pulled away while keeping our foreheads pressed together.
 

 

                “I suppose we could always pretend that was our first kiss,” he suggested.