Our tongues touched before our lips even did, rubbing back and forth against each other, sending shivers down my spine.
He was such a good kisser because he didn’t only focus on the kiss, but also on running his hands down my sides and around my back, pulling me as close as possible into him. One of my hands was still gripping into the chain of the swing so we wouldn’t topple over in the snow, and I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
I was kissing Noah Hudson, someone I’d never thought I would ever get to kiss.
Our mouths latched together was the only source of warmth I had at that moment, so I tried deepening the kiss by tilting my head and kissing him harder, faster.
He smiled against my lips and slid his hands back up to cup my face.
I pulled away after a few minutes (or
