The Importance of Being Kissed

Is there anything sweeter that the uncomfortable unfeeling you get on a first date? When you’re so nervous you can’t stop rubbing your arms and keep glancing at everyone but the person sitting in front of you, only for you to work up the courage to glance across – shly- and realise he’s actually smiling back at you. And you think, oh, I wouldn’t mind getting my face closer to his…

But my new friend is the friend-of-another-friend and therefore I’ve been slapped with a gagging order hard enough to leave me reeling. No blog talk, I have been warned..

But that kiss…it wiped out my 6am start, the army of dwarves hoping to break me and the long week again.

I love it at the the start when it’s perfect, before you discover his wooden leg or the possible¬†shrine to Dana in is bedroom. Until then, more kissing please...

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