CHAPTER 11: The First Time
I don’t kiss him with desperation, or passion, or lust.
I kiss him with love.
I catch his upper lip between mine and suck on it gently, sweetly. My hands hold his cheeks firmly, but my thumbs move softly against his skin as I rise on my tiptoes to reach him better. When my tongue meets his, I go slow, patient, opening my mouth just enough as I tilt my head to take a little more of him.
There’s only tenderness, devotion, and care in my kiss… everything I feel for him.
It’s my only and last attempt to show him how I feel.
It’s my way of giving him the chance to understand that I love him so much, I’m willing to give in—even if this isn’t what I truly want.
It’s my way of placing my heart in his hands and silently begging him not to let this happen.
Please,
