I’ve kissed a lot of people. Fast and dirty in dark clubs and soulless bedrooms. To get off. To distract. Toforget.
But I’ve never been kissed like this.
Like I’m special.
Like I’m fragile, and the air around us might shatter if we move too fast.
IfImove too fast.
I lift my hand as his exhale ghosts my skin like smoke from a blown-out match. Slower than I’ve ever moved, I cup his jaw, thumb tracing the edge of his cheekbone, fingers gliding through that velvet scruff.
It’s as soft as I imagined, and it’s addictive. I don’t know how I’m going to stop. But the simple touch seems to loosen something in Sab, and he deepens the kiss enough to draw a rough sound from me.
Low.
Surprised.
Needy, as his lips part with mine and his tongue sweeps my bottom lip.
That noise escapes me again, and Sab draws back enough to meet my gaze, his pupils blown, eyes wide as his shoulders rise and fall with his shaky breath.
He looks as shocked as I feel, and even through the static currently occupying my brain, I know with every cell in my body this lad has no idea what he’s just done to me.
No idea at all.
Sab
I’m kissing Galen.
HotCraic97.
I’mkissinghim, and his mouth is warmer and softer than I’ve dared imagine. Palm to my jaw, thumb stroking my cheekbone, his lips part enough that I taste cider on his tongue, and my head spins, even though he’s being gentle with me.
So gentle. I can tell. But the possessive way he grips my face feels different.
Different in a way that has me scrambling to catalogue every feeling burning through me. Every zip of arousal and emotion. Every dying flicker of fear as they give way to something else.
I can’t keep up.
So I sink into it. And he lets me.
Lets me press tighter against him. Lets me kiss him like I have a clue what I’m doing.
I don’t.
I’mshaking.
But Galen doesn’t seem to mind. He’s just there—here—steady and grounding as my existence tilts sideways, and my fingers twist in the fabric of his coat, clinging on. Because if I don’t, I might float away on the crazy-hot sensation of my lips onhis. Of his on mine as he makes that low sound again. The one that has me feeling like a storm learning to rise. Not filthy and desperate, but soft and wild, and I realise it’s not him making that sound, it’s me.
Merde.
I’m a heartbeat from burrowing under his spiced-apple skin and staying there forever. But that sound I’m making, caught between a gasp and a groan, Galen hears it. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, our noses brushing, our lips so almost still touching we share a breath. “You’re okay?”
I nod, maybe a little too fast. Galen smilesand it transcends the cheeky grin he gave me the first time we met. The one I thought was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, even beyond the literal nudes I’ve seen on his app profile.
But, man, this—the slow curve of his lips in the damp moonlight, the glitter in his emerald-green eyes…it fucking dazzles me.
Hedazzles me.
