Lana’s Point of View
Christian let me go, he allowed me to run my errands, while he slumped back on the couch, he watched the TV in his room for some minutes before he then drifted into sleep. I was still in a daze as I worked through, the kiss still replaying in my mind.
Continuously…non-stop…
I could clearly hear the soft groans from Christian as he deepened the kiss; his hands that rested everywhere, and his hot breath on my skin. My common sense finally returned to me, as I was in the midst of folding his clothes back into the closet.
Wait a goddamned minute!
Does this mean that I kissed Christian? I willingly gave him my first kiss. I could have stopped him, I could have evaded it, if I wanted to.
So why didn’t I do that? What the hell was I thinking when I decided to kiss Chri
