"And how many different types of kisses are there exactly?"
"Oh, loads! I could list them all but I think it would be easier to show you."
"Oh yeah?" Will turned his head to look up at Mike through his eyelashes. Had they always been that long? Did they always flutter against his cheeks like that when he blinked? Mike wasn't sure but he thought it was unfair for Will to have such long, pretty eyelashes.
"Yeah," Mike swallowed thickly.
He was alert, aware of every point where his side was pressed against Will's. Mike hoped that it was dark enough for the flush of his cheeks to go unnoticed, embarrassed by how easily flustered Will made him.
"Then show me," Will murmured.
It's the summer after their high school graduation and Will still hasn't had his first kiss yet. Mike offers to teach him all the different kinds of kisses there are. You know, like a best friend would.