Instead, he allows his eyes to take in my face agonizingly slow. Once his curious brown eyes drop to my mouth, he tilts his head and leans in, which all but sets my chest on fire. He wastes no time in kissing me and I waste even less time returning it. Once our lips meet, rather forcefully might I add, there's an awkward pause in the beginning as if we both realize that he is Asa and I am Ivy and we are kissing. I slowly part my lips and urge him to put an end to the awkward realization.
In a gentle manner, his hand rests at the base of my neck as I press my mouth against his harder and more urgently. My pace is matched so I place my hands on his shoulders, hoping he'll catch on and move closer to me. Instead, his free hand grabs my hip and shifts me a bit, leaving less to be said. It do
