She wasn't my first kiss, she's the kiss that mattered.
The kiss that made me realize I didn't want to kiss anyone else, the kiss that made me understand that she's the one I want to kiss forever.
And now my lips belong to her.
The moon hung low, bloated and golden outside her bedroom window, casting long shadows across the walls.
Manya's skin tingled, still humming from the tension in the kitchen earlier. She’d told herself to ignore it, to lock her bedroom door and shut him out again.
But when she turned, Kazimir was already there.
Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glinting like molten amber in the dim light. His presence darkened the air, charged it.
His presence was overwhelming. Even in silence, he filled the room, smoke and fire and steady
