Fangirl

better than she’d hoped.
    “I like you,” she said. “So much. I like you here.”
    Cath brought her hands up to his neck. God, he was warm—skin so warm and thick, a heavier ply than her own. She slid her fingers into his hair, cradling the back of his head.
    His hands mimicked hers, pulling her face up to his. “Cath, if I kiss you now, are you going to leap away from me?”
    “No.”
    “Are you going to panic?
    She shook her head. “Probably no.”
    He bit the side of his bottom lip, and smiled. His bowed lips didn’t quite reach the corners.
    “I like you,” she whispered.
    He pulled her forward.
    Right. There was this. Kissing Levi.
    So much better when she was awake and her mouth wasn’t muddy from reading out loud all night. She nodded and nodded and kissed him back.
    When Baz and Simon kissed, Cath always made a big deal out of the moment when one of them opened his mouth. But when you’re actually kissing someone, it’s hard to keep your mouth closed. Cath’s mouth was open before Levi even got there. It was open now.
    Levi’s mouth was open, too, and he kept pulling back a little like he was going to say something; then his chin would jut forward again, back into hers.
    God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.
    The next time Levi pulled back, Cath went back to kissing his chin, pressing her face up under his jaw. “I just like you so much here.”
    “I just like you so much,” he said, his head falling back against the couch. “Even more than that, you know?”
    “And here,” she said, pushing her nose up against his ear. Levi’s earlobes were attached to his head. Which made Cath think of Punnett squares. And Mendel. And made her try to pull his earlobe away with her teeth. “You’re really good here,” she said. He brought his shoulders up, like it tickled.
    “C’mere, c’mere,” he said, pulling at her waist. She was sitting just beside him, and he seemed to want her in his lap.
    “I’m heavy,” she said.
    “Good.”
    Cath always knew that she’d make a spectacle of herself if she ever got Levi alone, and that’s just what she was doing. She was mauling his ear. She wanted to feel it on every part of her face.
    It was okay…, she could imagine him telling Reagan or one of his eighteen roommates tomorrow. She wouldn’t stop licking my ear—I think she might have an ear fetish. And you don’t even want to know what she did to my chin.
    Levi was still holding her waist, too tight, like he was getting ready for a figure-skating lift. “Cath…,” he said, and swallowed. The knot in his throat dipped, and she tried to catch it with her mouth.
    “Here, too,” she said. Her voice sounded pained. He was too lovely, too good, too much. “So much here. Really … your whole head. I like your whole head.”
    Levi laughed, and she tried to kiss everything that moved. His throat, his lips, his cheeks, the corner of his eyes.
    Baz would never kiss Simon this chaotically.
    Simon would never crush his nose against Baz’s widow’s peak the way Cath was about to.
    She gave in to Levi’s hands and climbed onto his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. He craned his neck to gaze up at her, and Cath held his face by his temples. “Here, here, here,” she said, kissing his forehead, letting herself touch his feather-light hair. “Oh God, Levi … you drive me crazy here.”
    She smoothed his hair back with her hands and her face, and she kissed the top of his head the way he always kissed her (the only kisses she’d allowed for so many weeks).
    Levi’s hair didn’t smell like shampoo—or freshly mown clover. It smelled like coffee mostly, and like Cath’s pillow the week after he spent the night. Her mouth settled on his hairline, where his hair was the lightest and finest; her own hair was nowhere this soft. “Like you,” she said, feeling weird and tearful. “Like you so much, Levi.”
    And then she kissed my receding hairline and cried, she imagined him saying. In her imagination, Levi was Danny Zuko, and his roommates were the rest of the T-Birds. Tell me more, tell me more.
    His face felt hot in her hands.
    “Come here, ” he said, catching her jaw with one hand, chinning his mouth up to hers.
    Right.
    There was this. Kissing Levi.
    This and this and this.
    *   *   *
    “You’re not all hands…,” he whispered later. He was tucked back into the corner of the love seat, and she was resting on