/Jane/
My hand seemed to move down his chest of its own accord while I was touching him. As my palm moved closer to the waistline of his jeans, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement and anticipation. When I slid one finger inside of him and followed the contour of it across his skin, he drew away from the kiss and his eyes became wide and scared.
I heaved a breath and looked up into his confused eyes as the temperature in the room suddenly felt as though it had risen by 10 degrees – or perhaps that was just my body. I gave him a small nod as a sign of encouragement before leaning in close and brushing my lips against his once more. I had a feeling something was off about the kiss the moment it began.
It wasn't like the normal gentle, innocent kisses that he gave me periodical
