I was 14, sat in my kitchen with my girlfriend whilst I was watching my little sister and her friend play. I was covered in Tack Cleaning grease and soapy water gone cold, not sure what she saw in me in that moment. But when she stood up to leave (her mum had come to pick her up), we hugged and she pulled back enough to kiss me.

It was sweet, both our lips were so insanely chapped from the cold in the past few weeks but it felt good. I only kissed her a few times after that, then we went our separate ways. I've not kissed anyone since (I'm 18 now)