Chapter Four
144 Hours to go
Tanya was awoken by a kiss. It wasn’t just any kiss, however: it was a kiss bestowed by the softest pair of lips she had ever felt. Not that she had felt many. There was Ryan Jackson when she was 10, and then Harry Snyder when she turned 13, but other than that, the only person she had ever kissed was Sara, and those kisses were quick, platonic kisses, nothing like the lambada of lips she was now experiencing.
She didn’t know who was kissing her, and at that moment she didn’t really care. It felt good. So good. She kissed back, and a sensation akin to fire suddenly shot through her body. She spread her legs instinctually, and the lips on hers, those soft, delicious lips, broke the kiss off and moved instead to her neck.
Tanya whimpered.
The lips moved to h
