Aralia's Point of View
I glanced briefly at Wesley, my heart racing in my chest, while he stood before me with a smile. I could still sense the gentle touch of his lips, the way his fingers grazed my cheek, igniting sparks of excitement. The kiss had ignited a longing in me, a desire for more of him, for more of the captivating feeling of being wanted and valued.
As our lips met again in a tender embrace, Wesley whispered, "Perhaps we should take it slow."
I could sense that he was saying that for my benefit. I, on the other hand, wanted more of whatever this was. Much, much more.
I did not want to take it slow. I didn't want to stop the pleasurable sensations I was experiencing absolutely everywhere. Never in my existence had any soul captivated me like he did.
"Please don't stop. I
