Anna's PoV
When our lips touched, it wasn't out of passion. It wasn't out of desire. And it was definitely not out of love. Actually, there was no kiss at all. For a long moment, our breaths only mingled and our noses almost touched, and then he just let his lips touch mine, like two wildflowers pushed together by the wind, until every cell of my body became aware of what was happening; and I held him by his neck.
His voice was only a whisper, a gentle mutter under his breath. "Can I kiss you?"
There was no alcohol in my veins to be blamed this time, or in his. Neither of us were drunk to excuse what happened on the alcohol, and yet, I felt myself melting in his arms in a way I never thought I could. My eyes still shut, I breathed out, "Yes."
And with that, he kissed me. One of his ha
