Honey
Three
He was her first kiss. It happened in the coffee shop sometime just before four. Millie remembered the time exactly. 3:48. Millie thought he was going to peck her cheek as he usually did, but his head twisted and caught her lips like a pinkie promise. His fingers grazed her knee like grass blades, her heart thumped like a rattling gust of wind and her lips froze as the fire melted the ice-cream from their cake. Max left quickly after that, late for football practice. Millie liked Max’s lips. They were rosy pink like flustered cheeks, her own more similar to the colour of a flamingo. She came to the conclusion that she liked kissing Max. A lot.