I stare at his closed eyes, processing the sensation of lips against my own.
They are soft, unchapped. He doesn’t open them, pressing our mouths together like puzzle pieces.
It takes me a minute to realize what we’re doing. Even after I realize it, I’m frozen in place, my thoughts running wildly. A single thought sparks.
I don’t feel the need to reject this kiss.
When Alex backs away, his lashes rise to reveal warm brown eyes. The golden flecks astound me with their vibrance, my mouth dropping open just slightly. He gives me a smile and a wink.
My face immediately heats like a furnace. Then I remember that we’re not alone and hide my mouth behind clammy fingers.
Danielle seems to be turning an interestingly pale shade as Oliver’s expression darkens ominously.
Alex meets their diss
