Lily still thought about the kiss at the beach with Brick, long after it happened.
She winced hard how she let him jet his tongue into her mouth. It was so unexpected. Unsure, he knew what he was doing. So she kissed him back, with tongue, but not quite as spastic. Softer, perhaps. By the third go around, evidently, he knew what she liked. He liked it, too. It was really delightful. Maybe even beautiful.
She'd fallen back on her towering sand castle. The sun striking a warmth she didn't know possible. It was golden. She'd closed her eyes to dream about it.
"How did you get so much sand in your hair?" Her grandmother(back where they were staying during spring break) awoke her rewind moment with a question, as she pushed her fingers through Lily's messy hair, telling her she needed a shower, and to wash and condition her hair.
"Well, you know." She shrugged trying not to be too happy about this little transition with Brick. "We, we had a sand fight."
"A sand fight?" Her gram looked a bit peeved about it. As if Brick should know better. "Where was Dewey?"
"He was there." She told her gram that Dewey made up with his girlfriend over the phone.
"And you two just decided-"
"It was fun, Gram. I always have fun with Brick." Lily bit a grin.
"Really?" Her gram put her fist to her sides as if she needed to knock some sense into that grand-kid of her best friend's.
"It was fine." Lily stomped away to take her shower. No way, could she let gram know about the kiss with Brick. But it was French.
Oh, how she wanted to go to France now. What else did those French people do? And where did Brick go to find out, how to do it? Although, she only liked it a little. They couldn't do that, every-time they kissed.
Yes, she would have loved to tell Gram all about this. She wondered if her grandmother had heard about what they did in France.
She hurried up and took her shower. Gram had milk and warm chocolate chip bars waiting. Maybe, it would make her forget about the French Kiss. Probably, not.