NIRELLE
The feeling of his lips on mine is not like Enoch's rough and unpleasant lips. These are warm and different, and I don't know if it is in a good way, but I do not pull away. I am not sure what my reaction is supposed to be, but I let my hands dangle by my side uselessly as his hand holds onto my waist so tightly. I do not kiss back because I am more startled than angry at him at this point.
This was the first time I had someone touch me, and it did not feel weird; it did not make my skin crawl the way I was used to. He finally pulls away his head, hovering over mine and making me aware of how tall he is in that moment. I search his eyes, and I can tell he had not planned this, even though I can't say what could have prompted him to do this in this moment. I feel his chest rise an
