Ashley was fourteen when she discovered boys. She had mastered firearms and martial arts, but she was clueless as to how to a react to a cute boy pressing his lips to hers. The only advice her mother had offered on the subject was typically Helen, vague and slightly bewildering. "Ashley, dear, romantic entanglements are treacherous at best and should be avoided until you're much older."
As Wil leaned in to kiss her, Ashley couldn't help think now, as she did that first time, Helen was half right. Why would she ever avoid a rush like this?