My heart swooshed, putting a wide smile on my face. “You’re an adult. You can kiss me on your own.” I gave him a wink, hoping he’d remember our romantic, little banter. Even though our kisses were usually chaste, which I preferred, flirting as a buildup intensified the emotion behind it.
He leaned closer and kissed me until we entered bliss all over again, our lips almost massaging each other. I was relieved we never had to use our tongues the way most people did. For a s****l person, he actually didn’t need to make out, not that I could blame him for something I’d never understand. Besides, the way we kissed with just our lips pressed against the other was epically special in and of itself.
I stopped and sighed. “I love you so much, Viktor. I want you here with me forever.” Not a measly
