***Austin***
Her lips are warm, soft—perfect.
My pulse thunders as I pull back ever so slightly, hovering just a breath away, waiting—hoping. And then, with quiet, heart-stopping certainty, she closes the distance, pressing her lips gently back to mine.
A rush of pure exhilaration shoots through me.
Ava had never felt like this. No one had ever felt like this.
I cup her face with one hand, the other finding her waist as our lips meet again and again in short, sweet kisses, each one deeper, more intoxicating than the last. A soft, blissful sound escapes her throat as she winds her arms around my neck, pulling herself flush against me. A thrill races down my spine at the warmth of her body against mine, the feel of her fingers tangling into my hair, the way every point of contact betwee
