IRIS’ POV
I was struggling between how good the kiss felt and thinking that this could be another mistake that would be to my detriment. A little part of me wanted to pull away, but a bigger part of me was mesmerized by how in sync our lips were. It was like we were kissing for the first time and rediscovering each other. I craved him, I wanted more of him. It was like we were in our little bubble, and nothing mattered except for us.
Finally, we pulled away from each other. Both of us were breathless and our lips were swollen, revealing the intensity of our kiss. It was like the type of kisses that they described in books, only it felt better. His eyes burned with hunger, passion, and desire for me, and you wanted nothing more than for him to take me right there and then, but we were in
