Kissing Ethan Again

Meliza's POV

It was too late to push him away. Somewhere between the moment, his lips touched mine, and how his hands held my face so delicately, I was already lost.

Ethan kissed me slowly at first. He was testing me, almost unsure, like he was giving me a chance to pull back, to stop him. But I didn't. I couldn't. My body betrayed me, leaning into him as if it remembered what it felt like to be his, even if my mind screamed at me to resist.

His mouth moved against mine with a tenderness that comforted and destroyed me. Every brush of his lips against mine stirred something profound, something I thought I had buried long ago.

And then his kiss deepened.