He’d wanted to kiss her all summer. He looked at the worm, squirming.
“Eat it,” she said. “I’ll kiss you.”
“No,” he said.
“Then no,” she said.
He looked down at it.
“It tastes like nothing. Go ‘head.”
He thought of candy, then picked it up and swallowed it. He turned to her.
“Yuck,” she said.
He stepped forward and closed his eyes. His lips touched hers. He felt nothing in return. She pulled away and jabbed his stomach. “Gross. I’m not kissing bugs.”
She walked away.
He held his belly, wondering what boy he’d get to tell first.