ESTOR (past):
Her words were cut off by the lips that she found very familiar. The warm lips sent sparks down her spine; this kiss was nothing compared to the one she gave him. He grabbed her a bit harshly and pulled her closer to his body, one of his hands behind her head and another snaking around her waist.
Shuddering at the new sensations, the two knew there was no going back. She could barely hold on placing her hands on his chest. The moment he ran his tongue across her lips, begging for entry, she granted him it and their tongues clashed in a fierce war which she was certainly losing. The faint taste of the chamomile tea they drank lingered on their lips. However, it was not a war of winning or losing.
Her fingers curled, collecting his high-neck shirt in her fists, when he pul
