When they got to school, she asked for a kiss.

What right had she to ask him for a kiss?

She had to say something about having asked him for a kiss.

She looked up at him, waiting for his kiss, once they got inside.

Some part of her had been waiting for his kiss since the moment they met.

Her hand found the back of his head, and pulled him down for a kiss.

I was not ready even for a second kiss, let alone what it might bring.

She was waiting for his kiss, and he knew it.

As she came past, he reached out and pulled her to him for a long kiss.

And for a first kiss, this was very nice indeed.