Chris Walker
Hannah’s eyes, lips, and face were like a magnet drawing me closer to her. Without realizing it, the distance between us grew smaller. We just stared at each other without speaking, as if our eyes could convey a thousand words. Until finally, the distance between our faces was so close that I could hear her breathing.
Like magnets attracting each other, our lips drew closer until mine landed smoothly on hers, which felt slightly cold but sweet. Very sweet. My heart was beating faster, and my palms were getting sweatier.
Her lips were so sweet; maybe she felt the same way. But that wasn’t enough. Slowly, my tongue opened her lips wider. She surrendered and closed her eyes. And my hands didn’t want to just stand still. I touched and caressed her head, then pushed the back of
