"Well, what do you want for your belated birthday present." He smirked. "A kiss." I rolled my eyes. "Why do you always want a kiss?" He shrugged. "Your lips are soft." I blushed, smiling. "Well, you're a pretty good kisser." I admitted absentmindedly, blushing. He chuckled. "Why aren't you kissing me then?" ++++++++++++ *Intentionally very cliche, if you don't like cliche, leave. * P.S. Sharing is caring but not when writing a book. Most of these ideas I made up on my own and aren't totally cliche. Do not steal them. Thank you.