Boy Rambles

He sighed again. He was, once again, being selfish. But he needed to know. He scooted his chair over and laid a hand on hers. "That's not what I meant, my flower. You may eat as much as you like or as little as you want, it does--well, actually, more is preferable to less. What I meant was...the kiss. I wanted to know how you felt about that. I wasn't thinking of you when I kis--that's not technically true. You were all I was thinking of. I wasn't thinking of you're feelings. I feel like you're uncomfortable again and I don't know how to fix that."