ELENA
His hand cups my cheek, warm and leading, and then he leans down. I had every second to shift, to push him away, to tell him off, but I found my body momentarily frozen and stuck, deep down craving to see the end of whatever was going to happen.
The kiss is short, barely a breath, but it is a jolt that hits with the force of a sudden, vertical elevator drop. It’s not like the shockwave from yesterday that almost toppled my senses and realigned everything within me. This is something else entirely. It’s sweet and dizzying, a flash of warmth that steals the air from my lungs and sends a ridiculous, humiliating flutter through my chest.
It’s like stepping into the warm sun during the winter, those calm rays that caresses your skin. I feel like a teenager, giddy and giggly on the insi
