Kai’s P.O.V
His lips were soft…softer than I had anticipated a man’s lips to be.
My first experience in kissing a man…why I was doing this…I didn’t know…
I was trying to comfort him the first time…right? To let him know that I understood the shit he’d been through and that I didn’t judge him for who he was or what he’d been through.
I shouldn’t be bothered by the kiss, right? I was straight…I didn’t…I shouldn’t be affected by the softness of his lips…or the taste of alcohol that still clung to it…but then…why was my heart hammering against my ribcage like a drum?
Why did I find myself pressing my hands to his cheeks to pull his face closer?
There was a second’s interval as Night moved his lips away from mine to kiss my cheek tenderly, before kissing his way down my neck in a soft, slow motion, leaving a trail of tiny kisses down the line of my jaw.