His hand tightens around my waist as he deepens the kiss. It’s dizzying and for a moment, I am too caught up to reciprocate. I am not sure how I have not realized this, but I have missed his touch. I have probably longed for this. In the back of my mind, I have probably craved this touch of his and never properly realized it. My hands encircle around his neck as I pull him closer to me.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, making me sigh in pleasure. A shiver runs down my spine as his hands caress upward until they tangle into my hair. His grip tightens, pulling my hair as he does. I moan into the kiss, welcoming the slight pain that accompanies it.
He begins to push me, I stumble backward. Before I can comprehend, he detangles his fingers from my hair, slides his hands down, and hoists
