"Come on, Scor. You have to tell me about the girls you've snogged. You know the rules," Rose whined. They had been playing truth or dare to pass the time during a particularly dull Wednesday night patrol.
He scratched the back of his head and tried not to sound too flustered. "I dunno Rose. There's not that much to tell." That wasn't exactly true. He had a bit of a reputation for knocking back a Firewhisky or two during parties and snogging fit birds if they came his way.
"It only seems fair. You know all about my love life. Or lack thereof, I should say. I've only had one date with Jeff McLaggan and he turned out to be a total git."
"There was Macmillan," he pointed out, stalling for time.
"He doesn't count," she giggled and rolled her eyes. "He only asked me out to make Eileen Price jealous."
"Please? I'm curious," she opened her big brown eyes even wider than normal and batted her long eyelashes at him. He couldn't deny her anything when she made that face and she knew it.
"Oh, I don't know Rose. A fair few I guess," he answered evasively. That was the best answer she would get out of him.
"But you never date anyone." She pressed on persistently. "You just kiss them and ditch them?" She asked lightheartedly.
He paused, gathering his courage and decided to tell her the truth. "Because they weren't you," he countered sheepishly.
Her eyes widened cartoonishly and he took advantage of her momentary shock to lean in towards her.
She stood on the tips of her toes to close the gap between them and kissed him shyly. It was light and airy and made his head spin. But it wasn't enough.
He kissed her back like her lips were air and he couldn't breathe. She smelled like peppermint and he could taste the chocolate frog she had after dinner on her breath. Her surprised little pants of hot breath on his neck made him tingle everywhere. His hand at the base of her back held her firmly in place as she wound her arms around his neck and lowered back down on her feet, glancing up at him. His eyes migrated from her eyes to her lips. He held his gaze there for a moment, before flicking his eyes back up to meet hers again.
He was sure he looked slightly ridiculous as his mouth formed into a huge goofy grin, but he couldn't seem to control his actions or gather his thoughts into coherent sentences.
His head was in a fog. He felt warm and brave and slightly dizzy. He hadn't kissed many girls sober, but he may as well have been drunk for how intoxicated she left him.