Connor invites Jane, both seventeen, on their first date and she asks what to expect that night:
I tried not to show any emotion to his declaration. I swallowed. "Really?"
"Yeah, really," he said softly, resting his arms over the top of the door.
"So what else should I expect?" I asked trying to be brave, yet feeling weak in the knees from his closeness and his words.
His eyes narrowed in thought, but then without warning he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. My heart thundered in my chest and I felt myself respond instinctively. His lips moved gently and his mouth was warm and soft against mine. It was nice. Really, really nice. He pulled away and smiled, slow and lazy. "What was that?" I asked trying to retain some composure despite the fact my hands had begun to shake.
"You asked what to expect. I was definitely going to do that tonight."