**Thalia
His kisses were so tender and calm, acting like ice to my soul. The way it soothed me was one I couldn't predict. His tongue deepened into my mouth as if in search of something, and I didn't even know when I responded to every inch of it; my eyes finally shut.
As he reached out for my palm, I let him hold me, and he rubbed his thumb on my skin. His cologne smelled so nice, and it was more like I tasted it from his lips.
Was I nuts or what?
The moment I realised what I was doing, I quickly pulled away from him and turned away, my chest beating hard like it was about to burst.
What did I just do? How dare I lose my guard like this so easily?
He would take me for granted, see me like something so cheap to get. How could I get so immersed in kissing someone I refused to touch
