“I got a lot of crap from kids in school when I first started acting. I didn’t understand that, because it was something I loved doing, but I learned that you just don’t let it bother you. I didn’t understand what they were laughing about. I just ignored it.”
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love. It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever. I break away and pull the edge of the sleeping bag up around him. “You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” “All right,” he whispers.
