I don't know what possessed me, but I was as still as a statue, when Noah's lips landed on mine.
No, no. Don't get me wrong. He didn't move at all. His lips were only on mine, not doing any other movements like sucking or devouring my lips.
I think, if we stood in front of a mirror, it would look good, just lips stuck together without moving. Like a classic picture.
However, apparently I was too naive, because the moment Noah moved to release his lips from mine, the tip of his tongue licked the tip of my lips and made me gasp.
"I'm not your uncle, baby," Noah whispered in my right ear. His lips touched the flower-shaped diamond earrings that I was wearing and his breath was warm and ticklish, making my blood ripple like beach sand. "I could be your lover."
My face must be bright
