POV: Emily
I kissed him.
My inexperience in kissing was definitely exposed with my childish attempt, as Edward instinctually moved his right hand on the back of my neck, grasping it. This way, I couldn't easily break free from the kiss anymore. His soft lips were sliding, and mine quickly adapted and followed his. Even though the movements were not yet familiar to me, I could feel his breath seeking union and closeness. The heat rose in my cheeks and trying to move away, our feet intertwined and we fell on the couch behind us, interrupting our moment. We stood there for a moment, lying on the couch, taking in each other. We both felt the need to continue but his blushed yet saddened expression let me know that he realised Accalia was still mad. So we silently agreed to compose ourselves.
