I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt Nathan’s lips on mine, but I could clearly remember how they had felt.
“Can I kiss you?” He had asked right before I nodded in response and he went for it, slow and soft, leaving nothing in my head to be thought about as I could only think about him and how I didn’t want the moment to end.
Now, it was the complete opposite. He had not asked me a thing, and I had not given him the permission to kiss me.
It was as if I had just basked in the sunlight, dancing between the ends of a rainbow, and I had just been pulled out of that scene and dumped in the middle of a cold and gloomy storm.
I wanted nothing more than for him to pull away from the kiss, and I couldn’t answer all of the questions that stormed my mind as I sat there, still.
Why was I
