He stands, and I become acutely aware of how tall he is. I am always aware of it, especially when he stands next to me, even thought he tends to slouch when near me, and he really should not, it is bad for the back...

But now he is kissing me, and standing through it, and this must be incredibly awkward for him.

I wish I were taller. But I am not do for another growth spurt, I will possibly remain a foot shorter than him for the rest of our days, unless he continues to grow, as boys - natural boys - are wont to do in their last year of high school.

Perhaps I should pull away, and maybe apologize for being so bold. Or maybe we could move to sit, and continue from there?

I don't have long to dwell on these options, as Kanji's arms circle my waist, gentle even in their strength, and then he... he...

He lifts me up off my feet and holds me up against him. I can do little but squeak against his mouth at first, a most unmanly sound. I cling to his shirt; I have faith that he will not drop me, but still, the action is new and mildly distressing.

At least at first.

It is also exciting, and sends a curious thrill down my spine, and I choose to hold on to that feeling, and let the fear go.