The kiss

Laura

I stood there, staring at him, my emotions in a tangled mess. My mind was screaming at me to run, to get out before I got hurt again. But my body… My body betrayed me. My skin was still tingling from the kiss, and I wanted more. God, I wanted more.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward me. His lips met mine with a fiery passion that made my knees weak. It was desperate, hungry, like we were both starved for each other and had been denying it for too long.