For a moment, Eugene said nothing, and Elliot started to feel like a total spaz. Ugh, lame brain, duh you didn’t kiss someone who was in the middle of a breakup. Even if you had kissed them before, and even if it had been the best kiss ever, and even if you’d spent a whole summer thinking about that kiss and wanting a replay mod for it, consent was sexy and making a mess with your technically taken friend was not sexy. Elliot still didn’t want to move away, though. If he could just stay here gazing into Eugene’s late-autumn-leaves-brown eyes for a while, that would be cool.
Then Eugene closed the space between them and never mind, this was the best kiss ever. This was the best moment Elliot had had all year. Somehow it was even bodaciouser than the last time because this time Eugene had kissed him and not the other way around. Elliot’s hands found Eugene and pulled him closer and then Elliot’s brain wasn’t good for thoughts except what his mouth and hands were doing.
His heart racing like the last second before his fingers touched the Snitch, Elliot pulled away to take a breath. “Cowabunga,” he said, “me too.” Then he crashed his lips against Eugene’s again.
Elliot was definitely keeping this hat.