The fact that his action was innocent has quelled any fear; there’s no panic in my response, no fluttering stomach. Instead the intimacy is sending me haywire.
Without thought I lean up gently and kiss his mouth lightly. A slight touching of the lips, almost a chaste contact. I don’t know what makes me do it. I’ve no reasoning or thought in my head, only this need to feel his mouth on mine. His soft, warm, full lips enticing me for just a moment to see how it felt again. Pushed on by the proximity and gentle warmth of his breath against my own. My body reacts low down inside, spreading heat through my pelvis and shivers down my legs.
I’m playing with danger, and trepidation is beginning to rise within me; fear at my own reaction to him. He smells familiar, his mouth too alluring. I pe
