Puckering up, there were a few questions that immediately ruined the moment.
‘What kind of kiss are we going for?’ my fiancé Eleazer, now 25, swooned. ‘Long? A peck? Are we going straight in for tongue?’
‘Let’s just make sure we are on the same page,’ I teased. ‘No tongue, three seconds.’
Despite my rising heart rate and obvious sexual tension, I knew we couldn’t kiss just yet.
Not until the altar.
Unlike other people my age, instead of having a first kiss as an early teen, I’d never made out with anyone else.
And Eleazer hadn’t either.
In fact, even though we’d been in
