Relying on Instinct (Bai Ye's Memory)

Her scent engulfed him, crisp like the morning breeze, sweet like the freshest spring flowers. It was heavenly, and he wanted more. Almost on instinct, his tongue swept across her lips, savoring their softness before parting them and delving into the warm depth of her mouth.

She stumbled a little, losing her balance from his unexpected advance. Bai Ye wondered if it was a sign for him to stop, but he couldn't make himself do it. Instead, he leaned her against the desk beside him, cupping her cheeks between his palms, and deepened the kiss.