As Alex became more involved in the kiss, Keith held her tighter and kissed her even more sweetly. He felt all of the pain fading away, like nothing but this moment had ever happened, no scars, no poverty, no bullying, nothing but this kiss. It was the most wonderful feeling and a heat of calm and relaxation feel over him. With no further need of them, Keith let the metal blocks down and once more his emotions flowed through him. There was no thought of the game, or winning or losing, just this moment with her, drunk in a school gym sometime after midnight. His skin became like fire, flushed red and warm like coals as his body began to try and burn through the alcohol and ecstasy. His mind may have been in the gutter, but his heart was running the show and he kept his hands classy, one on the small of her back and the other around her shoulders. If they weren't kissing, Kieth would have been telling her how much he loved her, and how wonder she was, and how he would do anything for her, but he had a sneaking suspicion that his kiss said that and more, not to mention he would say it after they finished kissing anyway.