“Are you my girl?” He sounded breathless. His whole body vibrating with anticipation.
“How can I be your girl when you haven’t even kissed me yet?” I asked boldly.
“I’m scared to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips quivering, his green eyes full.
My blood whooshed noisily in my ears and I felt a little lightheaded. We were so close, but I wanted to be closer.
So did he. But I could tell that the idea terrified him.
“Don’t be,” I murmured, reaching out and placing my palm over his heart. He was beautiful.
And right then, in that moment, he was mine.
There were no faceless men.
There was no shame. No guilt.
No things left unsaid and smiles that turned sad.
Toe to toe.
Lips almost touching.
Eyes locked. Never letting go.
“I want to be yours,” I told him sincerely.
Yoss reached up and covered my hand with his. “I want to be yours,” he echoed.
He leaned down.
Just enough.
I felt his breath first and I shivered. Everywhere.
Then he kissed me and it was like waking up.
It was like flying.
It was likeeverything.
Soft, firm lips melted against mine. I opened my mouth slightly and I moaned at the touch of his tongue.
Frenzied. Panicked. Delirious.
Yoss wrapped his arms around me to keep me upright. Fingers digging into my back. Through my clothes, into skin.
I gripped the front of his shirt, still feeling the beating, beating of his heart.
He pulled back slightly, looking almost dazed.
“I’ve never been kissed before. Not like that,” he whispered, his eyes bright.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my lips tingling from his mouth.
“Like I don’t ever want to stop.” He leaned down and kissed me again, harder this time. I could feel the slide of his tongue along the seam of my lips. “It feels like I’m falling, Imi,” he breathed.
“I’ll catch you,” I promised.
