Aisha's pov
His lips were warm, the taste of his lips brought me back to our earliest memories, and I couldn't get enough of them.
I kept kissing him like I had been holding my breath for years, and now, finally I could breathe again. There was no room for hesitation or fear in that moment. Just heat, just need, just him.
He groaned softly and his hand slid to the back of my neck, strong fingers tangling into my hair as he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips more urgently against mine.
My whole body responded to the touch, every nerve alight, every cell screaming his name. It was wild, how easy it was to fall into him, to feel like I'd never been apart from him, like nothing else mattered outside the space between our bodies.
His taste, the way his breath stuttered agains
