**giggles and wiggles**

Hehehe... Clint gave me our first kiss tonight. It wasn't anything uber-romantic or the kind of kiss that makes your foot pop or sends shivers up your spine. But it was sweet. Actually, the night before should have been our first kiss but when he touched me I kind of stiffened and got really nervous because I wasn't expecting it. Then he said that he wanted to kiss me and I stupidly suggested a hug instead. I kicked myself the rest of the evening and through all of today for it. I should have just let him kiss me. I was worried that I might have discouraged him and that he might not try to kiss me again for a while. The guy has guts though. Tonight when we were saying goodnight he leaned in again. This time, I let him and we kissed. It was small and really short. Like I said earlier though, it was uber sweet.

Unfortunately what I knew would happen, happened. Now my desire to kiss him and be held by him has serged. We held each other a lot and stuff while we talked for another 40 minutes or so. When he left however, I didn't get another kiss neither another hug. I felt so dissatisfied. Which is idiotic! I should just be happy and cherish the meek, gentle, and sweet little experiences that we have together. **sigh of contentment** I really hate having to spend time apart from him, but I suppose that just makes me appreciate even more the time we do have together.