To be precise, it was the first kiss in the memory of 18-year-old Shawna.
"What are you doing?!"
Her face flushed red, she held her breath and shoved the man in front of her away.
But she failed to push him back.
With one hand, Zane held her waist firmly in place. Something dark and intense surged in his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse.
"Can't you tell? I'm kissing you."
Shawna's face turned scarlet in an instant.
She stared at the man in front of her in disbelief.
'How can he say something like that so casually?'
Struggling, she pushed against his chest.
It was firm and warm.
Startled, Shawna quickly pulled her hand back. Even the tips of her ears burned. She began to stammer.
"You—you—this is..."
A faint scent of alcohol drifted from Zane.
Shawna remembered that he had d
