KATRINA’S P O V
Travis pulled away from the kiss, and I opened my eyes looking up at him and he looked at me, his gaze traveled from my eyes, down to my lips and even though the air was slowly rising in temperature, neither of us looked away.
I met those bright, endless rich emerald orbs that were starting to make me melt, and then I didn’t know what came over me but I reached out, brushed his lips lightly with a finger, feeling the smooth fullness of them beneath the pad of my thumb. ''Your lips are so smooth…''
I didn’t know until today that he was close to perfection. I could see the thickness of those lashes, the tan perfection of his fair skin, the bare dust of stubble coating his philtrum.
‘‘You have already kissed these lips many times, and you just realized that today?’’ he chuckled, while I giggled.