Update. Crave. I forgot to mention that when we were making out upstairs in her friend’s winter house, she took a sip of water, pressed her lips to mine, and let the water find its way into my mouth. Some of it dripped down my cheek and onto my neck, the bed. I’ve never done that before… interesting. More than once she did this. What’s the allure? The pressing of lips together, the surprise? Hmm.