Sienna Koch
The green dress hung in my closet like a looming promise of something, what? I was still debating. It could be the promise that he will be here, perhaps the idea of walking around holding his arm, feeling his warmth, or maybe the promise of a kiss under the mistletoe.
The last idea made my entire body shiver. I have never kissed a man before, but in my imagination, when I would have died to kiss Federick, I imagined my lips puckering and him gently pecking them. What Salvatore has shown me is nothing like what I imagined. He took my breath away, his lips soft, but relentless. It was not only our lips connecting. It was his hands holding me in place, his warmth enveloping me, and his soul taking over mine.
My entire body trembled, and I couldn´t help but keep a sly smile o
