The air in the room grew heavy, as if Max was holding his breath. At that moment, Mehwa's body moved closer until the warm scent of her skin filled Max's nostrils. His heart raced, as if it were about to jump out of his chest.
He looked straight into her eyes and said something. “Don't regret it later.” Then, unable to hold back any longer, he slipped his hand behind her neck, pulling her closer to his lips, and then crushed Mehwa's lips.
The kiss was not just a kiss—it was like an explosion that had been pent up for a long time. His lips pressed greedily, demanding, as if to confirm that he wanted her. Mehwa responded with a soft sound that sounded like a sigh of satisfaction, her body clinging tighter, pressing Max, who was lying beneath her.
For a moment, Max was beneath Mehwa's body
