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Lady of Light 
Delilah blushed slightly but remained quiet for another few moments. Uh.. yeah. It probably had everything to do what she told him the other day. She shouldn't be so annoyed with /him/ because it was her fault that she liked him. Or mostly, just wanted to kiss him. Buuuuuuut. She had a sudden thought. Which might not be the greatest idea..
"You're my friend, Lou. I'm sorry I feel the way I do. It's just a crush, though..." Her blue-grey eyes finally met his, her cheeks turning faintly pink. "But, you happen to be the only boy I want to kiss so.." More blushing happened but she went on, "I want a proper kiss right now." A proper one, yes. She was curious, okay? She just really wanted to know what it would feel like.. "No one needs to know.. and I promise this'll be the last time I'll ever ask you." They were alone too and it was dark. Ahem. That helped, too.
Seriously, though. If only her friends didn't talk about kissing so much. Sheeeesh.
Louis listened attentively as Delilah began to talk -
finally she was actually speaking to him again! He didn't realize just how much he needed to hear her say something,
anything until she was finally speaking again.
At her apology, the boy shook his head, but he said nothing and allowed her to continue. Until she was asking him for a proper kiss.
Wait, what?
"
What?" Lou stared at her wide-eyed.
That's what she wanted?! Well, at least she was asking this time. But srsly. Why did everyone think it was funny to practice kissing on him, c'mon, the boy had feelings too.
Louis looked away from her for a moment, conflicted. This had BAD IDEA written all over it. Oohooho, yes, he knew it. But at the same time he didn't want to upset Delilah (that seemed to be his strongest skill lately). And besides, he kind of missed her affection. Was that wrong? It was totally wrong.
Without giving it another thought, Louis closed the space he'd been keeping from his friend and leaned in toward her, blue eyes closing just before his lips met her own gently. Despite the cold outside, she felt unbelievably warm, and though he had meant to keep it brief, now it was hard to pull away.
But a voice inside his head kept screaming:
Bad idea. BAD. IDEA. BAD FREAKIN' IDEA.