Kissing

I hate it. I think I just never got beyond the five-year-old “boys are icky” phase in this particular area. I realise I’m supposed to like this. It’s supposed to be a sign of intimacy, a physical manifestation of love.

But it makes me cringe a little.

Even with Sir.

Except there’s another layer with Sir. This means something to him, this is something that he enjoys. And that means something to me. I don’t just see the ickiness, I see how it makes him feel. I see his smile, feel his embrace, and it’s not so bad anymore. It’s not about my reaction to the kiss, but my pleasure at seeing his.

And that makes it all worthwhile.

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