12
Galen
Nothing had ever felt better than having Ariel in my arms—her lips pressed to mine, our bodies flush. Nothing else could compare to this feeling. And she’d kissed me this time. Ariel was losing the battle she’d waged within herself, and I couldn’t have been happier.
I took in every aspect of her: the way her curls felt like satin between my fingers as I ran my hand through her hair; the way her hip bones jutted out, touching my stomach; the way her hands moved over my shoulders, stopping to rest on my biceps.
Her lips parted, allowing my tongue entrance to a place it had long missed. She didn’t know it, but she was slowly wrapping me around her finger with each slight brush of her tongue against mine.
Although young and inexperienced, Ariel knew how to get to me. I didn’t eve
