With peter the first kiss was like forbidden fruit on my lips, it left behind both sweetness and shame, but along with that came the knowledge that this would be over before it even began and that was the only thing that came true for us.
(all our hopes left to rot, no 'guess what you're no longer related!' news, no more not feeling wrong every single moment, and no more not saving the world over and over again)
But with him, which should have been oh-so wrong from the very start, it was different in every way because instead of forbidden or the hate I thought was coming, on his lips was burning fireworks ready to explode and kill the both of us.
"Told you, you'd like it and you liked every moment of it, Claire."
And that was the worst thing of them all, not that I liked it too much (those shocking lips of his) but that I liked it at all when I should hate it with all of my heart.
Peter isn't going to like this one single bit (along with everyone with my life, mostly dad) that's why I won't be telling him or any of them.
These lips of mine (that are still tingling), which he loves to make his, are sealed.
"Yes you did and unfortunately you were right."