Their lips met in a tentative brush at first, a soft collision born of Ileana's quiet desperation and Darren's steady resolve.
To be honest, Darren didn't know what to expect. It had been abrupt — this kiss, but he wasn't going to push her back or deprive her of her own display of affection.
Perhaps he, himself, was nervous. Ileana was an exceptionally beautiful girl, tender in her ways and innocent despite her upbringing.
Was that why he was nervous? Or was it something else? If it was something else, what else could that thing be?
Did he actually like Ileana?
Did he have feelings for the girl despite his endearing indifference towards her? Was it because she reminded him of someone, or was it because they were around the same age — just like Penny.
Darren couldn't figure it out then, especially not in the short time between her lips approaching and finally meeting with his.
