I don’t want to stop. I love the taste of our kisses, how we take it slow but deep. The way Nate always caresses my skin, my hair. He makes me feel different. Like something is blooming inside, something so fragile I had kept it hidden until now. It’s a warm and cozy feeling, yet it makes me feel like I’m on edge. On the edge of a precipice.
I interrupt our kisses, and our eyes meet, dangerously close. I can still feel his lingering taste on my lips. This is scary. A part of my heart that I had kept in ice is warming up, and I can’t control it. So scary.
I want to step back, regain my senses, but Nate suddenly grabs my waist, pulling me against him, and kiss me again, more forcefully this time. He doesn’t want to stop. His tongue is insistent against mine, and his lips won’t let me get
