MORIA
We’re not kissing, not really.
My lips are just softly touching his and yet it feels like I’m about to pass out.
I’ve kissed and I’ve been kissed before.
A long time ago on a night when everything had seemed to finally fall into place, I had my first kiss.
His name was Luke and he was the first boy I ever loved.
That kiss had been perfect.
Warm and soft and sweet.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to what I’m feeling right now.
This is different.
Different in a way that is difficult to describe without the words muddling up in my head.
I can’t breathe or think.
I press my chest against his shoulder.
Tristen growls and lets go of my arm, jerking back like I might have scalded him.
He looks….horrified.
There’s no other word for the way his face changes.
My chee
