11 WOLFIEWhen it comes to women, not much comes naturally to me, but kissing Penelope feels like second nature.
The moment her mouth meets mine, my hand curls possessively around her hip, and the other weaves into her soft blond waves as her tongue flirts with mine. It’s pure instinct, as natural as breathing. And I’d like to do it just as often.
My fingers trace the soft, silky fabric of her dress as I deepen our kiss, nipping and sucking on her lower lip. She tastes sweet from the rosé. I could get drunk on this girl in a hurry, if I’m not careful.
Penelope hums her approval against my lips. With one hand planted against my chest, she presses even higher onto her toes, trying to close any remaining distance between us.
Our height difference doesn’t do us a ton of favors in terms of k
