NATE
Her lips were soft and warm, and I wound my hand around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She froze but after a while, she responded, tilting her head slightly.
Her hands gripped the side of my clothes as if she was holding on. We were moving together, the kiss passionate and so desperately needy.
I wanted more of her, I wanted to be closer. She pressed into me as if feeling the same need. My hands sank lower until they were resting on her hips. A moan escaped her lips as I tugged on her bottom lip.
In one moment, we were enjoying a kiss that burned the depths of my soul, tangled in each other's arms. And the next, she was stepping away, a panicked look on her face.
It was almost like couldn't get away from me any quicker. Like I burned her or repulsed her. The wind had never
