The moment our lips touched, I felt Tyrone's surprise; his hand was still covering his eyes, not able to move it away fast enough. I cupped his face with both hands, trying to gently pry open his lips with my awkward kissing skills.
But Tyrone was too tense, and my tongue couldn't reach his mouth, so I switched to sucking on his lips. There was a fine stubble at the corners of his mouth, and my nostrils were filled with his scent.
Suddenly, Tyrone pulled away.
I leaned against him, gasping for breath; such bold behavior had drained all my courage and strength. Now, I couldn't dare to look him in the eye and could only avoid his gaze.
I don't know how long it had been; we hadn't spoken again, and the long silence made the air in the bedroom feel cold. Tyrone didn't respond to me, and I
