Lena
I know asking him to kiss me wouldn't solve the problems I was facing. It might not do as much as make a difference. But I couldn't deny the fact that having his lips on mine might discard the accusation my heart was trying to come up with. His lips came down on mine. It wasn't anything fierce. It started slow. His mouth worked perfectly against mine. I tightened my arms around his neck pulling him more to me. It was exactly what I needed. With my back pressed to his desk, he lifted me up as if I was a light feather and set me on the counter. The kiss continued. He pushed forward, cupping my face with one hand while resting the other on my waist.
The action ignited a familiar wetness down my legs. My body always knows how to react to his touch. It was as if they were meant to be p
