Caleb allowed himself to fall to the ground, desperately clutching at the blades of grass below him that were cheerily bobbing in the wind. 

What had just happened? Had Mark just kissed him? Did Mark Baker just kiss him? Even if it was just on the cheek, it was still a kiss. It still counted. 

Caleb began to grow increasingly redder as he remembered how Mark had kissed his cheek. His lips had been so soft and warm, and the kiss had been very gentle. How much more of a gentleman could Mark be? 

He touched the spot on his face Mark had touched. Mark's kiss had felt so good. Caleb wished that Mark would always kiss him on the cheek like that, even if he knew that wish was unattainable. A boy could dream, right? 

But realistically Caleb knew that it would never happen again. After all, it was only a birthday present. Mark had just given him something he thought Caleb would like. But that meant Mark knew about Caleb's feelings for him. Was he really that transparent? 

And, to top it all off, Caleb had been incredibly rude. He had run off immediately after Mark had been such a kind and perfect gentleman, giving him the perfect gift. What was Caleb going to do now? 

He knew he should probably go home, but he didn't want to face anybody right at that moment. Even though he knew he should bring the cake home, he really didn't want to. 

All the frosting would probably melt off the cake, but Caleb still knew that he couldn't go home yet. He needed a few more minutes to revel in the wondrous feeling of being kissed by Mark Baker.