fucking hell it would be amazing to read a story in which a first kiss did not immediately turn into sex

(or ever, but I’ll take just not immediately and then not described ever, especially in people who have just discovered they may have been not totally on the mark about their prior orientations)

i read 30,000 words or some such and then you do that to me

This concept filled me with intense terror as a teenager, like one kiss was this tiny latch on an imposing flood gate and I should not even look at that latch unless I was prepared for the dawn of a new water world age.  The first person who kissed me did not fully understand the depths of my terror and made it thoroughly unpleasant and I still feel my whole body sort of emotionally dry heave when I encounter first kiss -> express train to bedroom.