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onto bigger and better (longer) kisses.
    “The Pehhhck.” The one that generally comes after the first version of The Peck. It lingers a little longer with the closed mouth. Your man might say, “mmm” during this kiss or your toes may tingle.
    “The Hard Kiss” is the “I want you and I want you now” kiss. Usually hard in the beginning to state his desire or “I’m going to teach you.” Depending on what your comfort level with him is, you may stop at this point and be grossed out, or keep going, blending into a different kissing type.
    The Rapid Fire with playful puckers one after the other is “the Machine Gun.” These are acceptable in public for all the public display of affection out there. Trust me, no one wants to see you swallowing your man’s face in public.
    “The Nibble” is when you get to take a little bite on the lip letting your man know you are in a playful mood. Don’t draw blood, because there is nothing romantic about blood—unless you’re a vampire.
    When you are so mad at your man that you can’t decide whether you want to kiss him or you don’t want to kiss him and it usually leads to great make up sex is what I’ve dubbed “the I love you, no wait, I hate you.” This can be a very stratifying experience.
    Meat eater is definitely a Hard Kiss. I don’t know what he thinks he’s teaching me by his nastiness, but I find he’s totally not my type. Still, he paid his money and it’s all for the dogs, right?
    “Don’t waste your money, man,” the meat eater says to the next guy in line.
    His words sting a little. I try to get a better attitude, and look at my next victim. He’s pretty cute and I decide I can chalk this up to research and really test out my kissing list first hand. It’ll be great if I can say to a dumpee, “He’s dumping you because your kisses are slobbery. I know. I’ve researched it.”
    Yum! I smile, thinking my next victim will taste as rich and dreamy like Dove chocolate. The closer he gets, the tastier he looks. His gazes lingers for a moment too long, making me look away. I can’t stare for fear of drowning in his deep dark eyes or seeing an aura that can ruin it for me.
    “What exactly do I get for my money?” The tall, handsome man with perfect cheekbones puts his hand on mine, the five dollar bill attached to his palm.
    I jerk my hand at the lightning bolt that zips through my body and his aura jumps out completely surrounding him.
    His mouth flinches up in the corners to a full smile, like he’s well aware of the emotion he’s giving me.
    “Duh,” I sputter, doing anything to get my mind out of the gutter because he’s completely blue. “Can’t you read?” I point my finger up to the sign among the balloons.
    I close my eyes to see if, when I reopen them his aura will change.
    Damn! Still blue.
    He steps back and tilts his head up. “Kissing booth, five dollars.” I hear his words cross those lips and suddenly I’m willing to pay to kiss him .
    “Okay,” he states blankly, replacing the five with a ten spot.
    I close my eyes. I hold my hands up to my chest in fear he’ll be able to feel my powerfully pounding heart. I want this to be over. Secretly I wonder what he thinks of a girl who’d offer herself up in this capacity. 
    All my coherent thinking flies out the window as I lean in with a not so much pucker lips and kiss him. I freeze, unsure what to do next. My lips linger against his and he kisses me back.
    The tip of my nose tingles as I smell his scent. It falls over me and leaves a trail as he pulls away.
    For my research, I decide that he definitely used The Pehhhck method. I rock back on my heels with my lips rubbing together as though I’m trying to absorb every fiber of his kiss into my soul.
    “Come on, buddy,” the next guy in line yells. “Move it or get a room!”
    Oh crap! My eyes open and I find him staring at me. This is not a normal kiss, for a kissing booth, that is.
    “Thanks,” I say, but I really