JERRY
His mouth tasted like wine and secrets.
One hand wrapped around my throat, the other pressed flat against the wall beside my head, caging me in. I should have pushed him away. I should have told him to stop. Instead, I melted into the kiss and kissed him back like I’d been waiting my whole life for this.
Because maybe I had.
That was the first time I kissed a man. The first time I’d felt the heat of another man’s body this close. His stubble grazed my skin, rough against my jaw. His lips were full, warm, and smooth as they locked onto mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth like he was drowning and I was the air he needed.
For one dizzying moment, the rest of the world disappeared. Nothing else mattered except him and me.
Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped.
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