She tilted her head and pressed them to mine, cool at first, then warming together. I tilted, too, in the opposite direction, so, apparently, I hadn’t forgotten everything. Heat kept building between us, warming my face like a cozy fire, then my mouth, my throat, my chest, down and down as she parted her lips. She ran her tongue along my lower lip, and I opened up so she could slip inside. I shivered.
With the faintest wet sound, she closed the kiss off and looked at me through lowered eyelashes, only inches away, still. “You okay?”
“Super okay. Sorry, I just—you got a very physical reaction out of me,” I admitted.
“Nice. I mean, if you think it’s nice.” She frowned.
“It’s nice. It’s—wow.” I laughed. God, I was so weird, I’d enjoyed that kiss so much, and here I was making her think I
