My heart teeters on the edge of so many feelings. The hurt I felt after he acted like a grade-A asshole. The fear I feel at watching what he just stumbled into. And yet the strongest emotion is still tied to that kiss.
I’ve been kissed before, but not like that.
That kiss was jaw-dropping, inside turning, a let’s ride off into the sunset on our white horse kind of a kiss. I can’t even figure out why the kiss was so incredible. He had great technique, sure. The spot he chose to kiss me was magical, the most beautiful natural place I’ve ever seen, and I’ve traveled the world. But we were also exhausted, sweaty, and sunburnt. We don’t like each other, we hardly know each other, and yet…
I want a repeat. I want him to kiss me again and again.
He’s kissed me before, but somehow I forgot.
