Evaline:
His kiss consumed me. It was tender at first, but soon ignited with a hunger that mirrored the fire blooming in my chest.
I responded without hesitation, threading my fingers through his soft hair and tilting my head to kiss him deeper. There was no room left for shyness or second thoughts. Only us. Only now.
Oscar kissed me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted, like nothing else mattered. I wasn't just receiving his kiss, I was meeting it with every piece of me that ached to belong to him.
My hands found their way to the front of his shirt, and before I even registered what I was doing, I had begun unbuttoning it, one button at a time. My fingers were trembling from a mix of nerves and need, but I didn't stop until the fabric parted, revealing the warmth of his bare skin.