She pulls herself close.
My arms hang down, and I don’t even know where my body ends and begins at this point.
She bends down.
And her lips meet mine.
I close my eyes as a lightning bolt rushes through me.
My legs feel like pudding.
I have never kissed anyone before.
What I feel right now consumes my body, and I let it.
My hands shoot up. I somehow want to touch her, hold her close, never let go of the feeling.
The tips of my fingers hover over her chest.
I can’t bring myself to touch her.
I don’t know what to do.
I would break the dam between her and me.
Decisions. Bloody decisions.
“Do it,” she orders me in a demanding whisper against my lips.
And I do.
It is so easy to just do what she tells me to.
I rest my hands on her chest, and the moment I do, my stomach flutters. It feels so unbelievably good.
Her other hand grasps my neck, and she pulls me even closer. Her body pressing into mine.
There is so much longing.
A moan escapes my throat.
One, that scares the hell out of me.
My body tenses, and I freeze.
What am I doing here?
Kissing a woman who is more than double my age?
A woman who lives in an entirely different world?
This is so stupid.
This can never work.
The moment my mind is back on, everything gets rigid.
I lost myself for a moment.
