I still remember it all. The brush of skin against skin.
The shattering breaths.
The heat.
Thehesitation.
The kiss was so soft, I thought I’d imagined it, but the thud in my chest had been so violent, I was sure he could feel it reverberate through me and crash against his back. I didn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to react, or, worse, what face to wear.
But now…
Now, I’m staring at his mouth.
At the faint swell of his bottom lip and the softness, despite losing some color.
My own lips part without permission. My throat’s gone dry, and yet my tongue feels thick and heavy, the air cloying in my lungs.
What am I doing?
This isn’t the same kind of desire I’ve felt before, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.
I’m straight. I’ve never looked at a guy and felt like…this. On edge, slightly nervous, crippled with fear and desire and recklessness.
Not to mention, I’ve only ever kissed and fooled around with girls, and so has he, considering all our sex and virginity talk that I, for some reason, disliked. I didn’t particularly enjoy listening to him recount his sexcapades, which is odd because I listen to Niko and the others talk about that all the time.
His hand in mine is obviously not a girl’s, thicker and masculine with protruding veins on the back, and yet it feels like the warmest, most beautiful hand I’ve ever held.
Not sure if it’s because our hands are about the same size, or that I appreciate the feel of hard ridges, but I definitely like it a lot more than anyone else’s.
And Ishouldn’t.
I think of Danika—her soft voice and pretty smile. But any flutter of emotion I feel toward her pales in comparison to the goddamntornadoroaring through me now.
It’s not logical or safe.
But it’s undeniablyreal.
And I want to test something, to know whether that thud in my chest when he kissed me was a fluke.
I lean forward, terrified and impulsive in equal measure, and brush my mouth over his.
One second.
Two.
No thud this time. No. Because everything juststops.
But it’s merely the calm before the storm.
Soon after, an explosion starts at the center of my chest, sharp and consuming and wrong butso rightthat I never want it to end.
My entire body reacts to the mere touch of our lips. My stomach flips, my chest tightens, and my heart—fuck, my heart nearly dislodges itself trying to reach him. Every nerve sparks. My mouth waters for more.
More.
More.
It’sonlyhis mouth.Onlya kiss, but it doesn’t feel like it.No.
