My first kiss...and it was everything I'd imagined it to be, with the exception of there being an audience for it. But it was hard to acknowledge them or their cheering and whistles. Flames scorched my already heated skin. Dez's lips moved against mine, working the tight seam open. I gasped, wondering where in the world he'd learned to kiss like that. Jealousy flared like a beacon on the heels of that thought. Okay. I didn't want to know how he'd learned.
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The narrator reflects on their first kiss, which fulfilled all their dreams but was overshadowed by the presence of an audience. Amidst the cheers and whistles, they struggled to focus on the kiss itself, feeling an intense physical reaction as they kissed Dez. Despite the excitement, a surge of jealousy emerged, prompting them to contemplate Dez's kissing skills. They quickly dismissed the thought of wanting to know where he acquired that talent, emphasizing the complexity of their emotions in this intimate moment.

This passage captures the blend of exhilaration and embarrassment that often accompanies a first kiss. The narrator's conflicted feelings reveal how external factors, like being watched, can complicate what should be a private experience, while their attraction to Dez is palpable. The rush of sensations and emotions highlights the significance of this moment in their young life, portraying first kisses as not just a physical act but also a whirlwind of feelings.

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