At sixteen years, Isabella welcomed an equally aged Phineas into her home. Pupils dilated from arousal, he swiftly and impulsively pressed his lips to her own. Scents of earthy musk and amorous rose merged themselves. Calidity of the skin rose with an increase of the movements' velocity. It fell when the girl tore away, gasping for breath and a regained sense of consciousness.
Not that he had any intentions of dating, he subsequently explained. She was simply such a fantastic friend; no, more than a friend, he resolved. The dedication of every fiber in his being to refrain from kissing her, grabbing her hand was constantly present. He saw it necessary to discover an outlet for his sheer devotion to the young girl... such actions as prior seemed only appropriate.
His usual suaveness returned as he ambled home. No plans of courting between the two had arised, nor much of a change in any of the summer's plans. Only unbridled, absolute, immaculate and destined love.
Not that she minded.