I don’t know where my brain goes or why I think this is a good idea.
I roll her onto her back and hover an inch over her.
I kiss her.
The second our lips touch, her eyes open.
I should stop the kiss.
I should pull away.
I don’t.
And she doesn’t push me away.
So I savor the moment. This kiss won’t be repeated. This kiss tastes just like I always thought it would. Sure, I kissed her when we were kids, but that was before I knew how to actually kiss.
This kiss, I take everything I can.
I feel the soft warmth of her lips.
I plunge my tongue into her depths, finding hers and dancing with it, already knowing her next move. Her tongue is going to battle mine for control. I expect to feel frustrated that she doesn’t just resign to me.
Instead, I feel like she woke a hurricane of emotions inside me. I feel the sparks, the electricity, the waves crashing between us.
I would say I didn’t expect this—but that would be a lie. It’s one of the reasons I haven’t kissed her until now. Until I felt like I didn’t have a choice.
Liesel grabs the back of my head when I start to pull away.
There’s a pause, and then I attack her with my kisses. I can’t control myself. I can’t think. I want to drown in her kisses.
I shouldn’t. This is wrong for so many reasons.
I’m destroying everything I’ve worked for with one stupid kiss.
But damn, this kiss is worth it.
Suddenly, the intensity of it all becomes too much. Like two spark plugs forced together, the zap eventually pushes us apart as much as it pulled us together at first.
We both pant heavily.
“That was our first kiss?” she says like it’s a question.
“Yes, if you don’t count that kiss when we were eight.”
“I don’t.”
I nod in agreement. That was nothing like this kiss.
“You’ve never fucked me?” she asks. She’s just now figuring out the truth.
I shake my head.
“You’ve never fingered me?”
I shake my head.
“Never done anything sexual with me?”