Bridget/Mark, 13: a kiss we had to wait for
This kiss shouldn't mean so much. It isn't their first, by any means. It's not even their best. They're both smiling too much and Bridget is fighting off gleeful tears. They're in public. Mark isn't given to excessive public displays of affection. Until now, this last year excepted.
Mark kisses her as though he would do it on every street corner and charge their audience a fare for the privilege of watching. He kisses her as though there's little else life is for. He kisses her with all his hidden heart, and then he gives her that heart in the form of a gold ring.
This isn't their first kiss ever–it's better. It's the first kiss of the rest of their lives.