Our kiss does not last nearly as long as I want it to. Instead, Caleb pulls away before the kiss turns into anything deeper or less chaste than what he gives me. My face turns red as I move my head back and look at him. Why did he stop the kiss? Did I do something wrong? Was it not what he was expecting?
He exhales like he is physically in pain about something before running a hand down his face. He looks conflicted as he meets my gaze. Maybe, the kiss did not feel as amazing to him as it did to me. I mean, I might not have kissed many people but that does not mean that I am unable to differentiate between a good kiss and a bad kiss.
When I was with Carl, his very few were always forceful and unwanted. I never felt the urge to kiss him the way that I did with Caleb right now. He would n
