So in an absolute fit of "I need to step away from the computer right now" my sister and I decided to see Letters to Juliet last night.
It was adorable, and predictable down to the tiniest detail--he's going to look away...now, she won't see him watching her, he's going to fall down, he will be angry at her. But I don't care. I loved it. It was a totally cute and fun guilty pleasure.
Except for one thing. The kiss!
When you're looking at romance, the first big kiss is one of the most crucial moments to the story--right? At least, I think it's crucial and as far as I'm concerned, it should be EPIC.
But after about an hour of sexual tension (simmering really at a very very low boil) Sophie (our heroine) and Charlie (our love interest) were laying in the grass looking at the stars and then just suddenly rolled over to each other and kissed. Just like that.