Nicole
The moment our lips met, all my worries faded away. As much as I knew what I was doing was wrong, I couldn't resist the urge to enjoy it while it lasted.
Giovanni's mouth was warm and inviting, his lips soft and gentle. I felt the slight scratch of his stubble against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His hands cradled my face, thumbs tracing the curves of my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. The taste of champagne and mint mingled on his tongue, leaving me breathless.
I could feel the thrum of his heartbeat against mine, our pulses racing in perfect sync. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together.
I dug my fingers into his hair, drawing him as close as he could get as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
"Aw," a soft moan escaped
