JULIA
I didn’t answer him.
Instead, I held onto his shoulders and leaned in. The space was already cramped, but it felt like it closed in even more when my lips touched Evan's.
I could tell he was surprised, probably not expecting me to agree.
Then, he began moving his lips against mine.
I couldn’t help but gasp.
It was a very soft kiss—reminiscent of our first one.
And in a sense, this felt like a new beginning.
It was the complete opposite of the kiss we shared when we talked about everything that had happened years ago. That was heated, urgent, and filled with angst.
This one was a soft, light kiss that spoke of happier feelings. The Ferris Wheel didn’t feel like it was moving. Instead, even as we descended, it felt like we were on top of the world.
He led the kiss,
