Bella

Noah’s lips slowly brushed on Anastasia’s lips to which Anastasia gave up her defense.

Their lips moved in sync as both their bodies heated up. They started kissing each other as if they forgot the whole world existed around them. He slowly loosened his grip on her hands and held her waist. Her hands gently moved from his shoulders towards the nape of his neck every time he tightened his grip on her waist.

They were lost in their own world, so close to each other like they were meant to be this way. In the heat of the moment both of them let out small moans which were covered by the cheering and singing of the excited crowd in the hall. They slowly pulled back, both of them breathing heavily as they looked into each other’s eyes.