I felt my breath hitch in my throat, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine again, just as soft and plump as the first time, but this time with the taste of coffee mixing with his own intoxicating flavor.
The kiss was soft and shy, a complete 180 from the one we shared at the club. Andrews hands snaked through my hair, holding me close to him as we kissed from across the gap between our chairs.
It took a moment, but he finally got more brave and pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips, pushing my mouth open for his continued exploration.
I eagerly allowed him to enter my mouth, letting out a gasp as his strong tongue danced with mine. There was something special about the way that he kissed me, and I don't know if it was because it was new and exciting, or because
