Honey Kisses (1)

The kiss was unlike any other Argider had experienced. This one felt different, innocent, unhurried, like the kiss of a child discovering something pure for the first time.

It lacked the heavy pull of desire she was accustomed to, replaced instead by a gentle warmth.

She didn't feel the need to force it or take more than what was offered. The moment lingered softly, like a fragile bubble refusing to burst, until Faeralys backed away abruptly, her wrist covering her lips.

For a moment, the red-haired girl sat, her gaze darting anywhere but at Argider.

"I…" Argider began, her voice hesitant, but Faeralys shot her a look.

"D-Don't say anything!" Faeralys snapped, though her voice trembled, betraying her resolve.

Argider respected her words and bit her lip, swallowing all the things she wanted to say. Still, she could feel the faint tingle of the kiss on her lips. A sensation so sweet, so tender, it felt almost foreign.