HAZEL
The feel of her lips on mine was nothing short of magical. For some reason, this felt different, softer, more passionate, and perfect in ways even I could not explain. My lips slotted against hers like they were made to do just that, like this was how it was always meant to be.
She kissed back with equal fervor, the need and desire in her kisses, made obvious in the way she feverishly chased after my lips when I pulled away to make sure this was really happening.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Paige?" I asked once again, going against every one of the signals my body and brain were sending to each other in waves. I wanted this so badly that it almost hurt, but I didn't want her to feel coerced into it or anything. I didn't want her to make a decision she might end up regrettin
