Morgan would still have insisted they forget the whole thing, up until Basil moved over and leaned his arm against Morgan's. Having the contact again was comforting, because it felt like even if this had been a mistake at least it hadn't hurt things too irreparably. They were still fast friends, still Basil and Nee. That made him feel a little more conflicted about the protests, but it wasn't until Basil's last comment that his mind was actually changed. His tone was so quiet and sincere that it was impossible for Morgan to think he was only agreeing out of a sense of loyalty, and with him already sitting this close there was no question of misinterpreting his expression or the look in his eyes.
Morgan's skin prickled with nervous excitement. "Okay," he said, and then realized: oh, this was it. This was the moment he'd been talking about earlier, where he didn't know what happened next. How did people start kissing? Did they say something, or touch each other?
"We could take turns," Morgan said quickly. He was trying to mask his momentary panic with more logistics. "So we both get a chance to try it. Do you want to, ah, start as the boy or the girl?" Morgan presumed there were different roles for men and women when it came to kissing, though hell if he knew what they were.
Morgan's skin prickled with nervous excitement. "Okay," he said, and then realized: oh, this was it. This was the moment he'd been talking about earlier, where he didn't know what happened next. How did people start kissing? Did they say something, or touch each other?
"We could take turns," Morgan said quickly. He was trying to mask his momentary panic with more logistics. "So we both get a chance to try it. Do you want to, ah, start as the boy or the girl?" Morgan presumed there were different roles for men and women when it came to kissing, though hell if he knew what they were.
