Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing them from Ryan. *sighs*
Summary: First kisses are always memorable.
Sam's fingers grazed her own lips. She leaned against the refrigerator as if it was the only reason she was still standing up. She tried taking a step forward, but her legs buckled beneath her, and she feared they'd give out if she tried again. Her heart was beating so fast, it threatened to pop out of her chest and spill out onto the floor. If she died this moment, they would never be able to wipe the smile off her face. 'So, this is what it's like,' she mused, grinning, 'This is what it's like after kissing Brooke McQueen.'