"Can I kiss you?" Has been on my mind like it's on replay, the look in his eyes as he stared into mine.
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine what it would feel like to kiss him again. I wanted to feel his lips against mine, his breath on my skin. I longed for the sensation of being lost in the moment, of forgetting everything else except for the feeling of his kiss. I could almost taste it, the sweetness of his lips, the way they would taste like honey and cinnamon. I craved it with every fibre of my being. I opened my eyes, my face flushed with embarrassment.
I don't know if I'm happy that our moment was interrupted. when the guards called out his name while he had his hands around my waist I felt disappointed.
And then I felt panic, I couldn't be seen with him again, Sarah and Father
