Not Quite Perfect Boyfriend (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
– A Wordsmith’s Dictionary of Hard-to-spell Words I am kissing a Boy. I am being kissed by a Boy. A real boy. A not-imaginary Boy. It’s a little more . . . moist . . . than I expected. And I know I’m meant to stick my tongue in, but then what do I do with it? Magazines should be more specific. Also, our teeth bump a couple of times, and that’s Not Good. My hands are on his shoulders – Ben’s heavenly shoulders – they feel as strong as they look. His hands are on my waist. I am up on tiptoes to reach him, and I’m going to develop a serious crick in my neck if this continues for much longer. Not to mention running out of oxygen and asphyxiating. But who cares about breathing and neck-cricks and tongues and teeth and moistness? I. Am. Kissing. A. Real. Live. Boy. A small part of me wonders what everyone else in the hallway is doing. In my head, it unfolds like this: Ben and I are kissing. There is space all around us, because people are so in awe of our love that they dare not approach us.
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