She stole a glance at him and realized he was already watching her with a dreamy look in his eye, which she interpreted to mean "I'm feeling you but It's up to you.
Can I kiss you? She almost covered her mouth in shock after uttering that but she composed herself.
He didn't wait for her to finish that thought and took her lips in his.
She had never been kissed like this her whole life, she'd barely even been properly kissed before.
She almost felt like she was drowning in his lips,
gosh!! This guy can kiss, she thought.
She was glad he kept his hands to himself all through the process because she doubted she would be able to control herself if he touched anywhere aside from her face.
She was melting and he held her jaw like it was tender.
She felt the care and thoughtfulness in his kiss.
The kiss lasted for a few more minutes before he drew back, but to her, it felt like it was seconds, she was ashamed that she couldn't get enough but when she looked down and saw the result of the intense kiss on the imprint on his shorts, she understood why he stopped.
She was torn between wanting to continue and common sense telling her to stop because if she was honest, what they had wasn't defined yet , they weren't even in an official relationship.