Molly
The moment his mouth leaves mine, the cold air rushes back in like a slap. I am breathing hard, and so is he. His forehead is almost touching mine and our lips are still close enough that I feel the ghost of his warmth.
We continue staring at each other. I cannot move. I cannot think. I can only feel the throb between my thighs and the wild beat of my heart pushing up against my ribs.
An older couple walks by. The man chuckles and the woman smiles at us.
“Ah. Young love,” she says, nudging her husband as they pass.
My face burns immediately. Kill me.
“Why… what did you…” I try, but my voice barely comes out.
“Did it work?” Charles asks with a calmness that makes me blink.
“Did what work?” I whisper.
“You did not think of him. Not even for a second.” He says confidently.
