Each feeling she conveyed in that kiss, he responded by kissing back, his lips soft and warm, present against hers. He sighed a little as they parted, eyes closing as he let his forehead rest against hers. And it was a good thing that she enjoyed his touches, because he could not help himself from doing just that, whenever he got that chance. Just like now, his free hand continuing to trail along the skin of her neck and shoulder, brushing down her side and back, moving back up to play with her hair again.

"Boyfriend?" He knit his eyebrows in confusion, figuring that the word meant something other than what it sounded like to him. It would be a little silly, if she were calling him a friend who was a boy - especially since he was not a boy. "What is that?"