Michael
We stood in the middle of the vibrant dance floor, my forehead leaning down on Zeke's. Both of us panting, my lips bruised and my face aching from the huge smile that spread across it. I could feel Zeke’s breath on my lips. It felt tantalising.
The kiss had been so different to the ones with Cam, this being steamy and arousing. I didn’t feel like it had been a fight for dominance, cold. We just both savoured the moment. Enjoyed it. Just like that we parted and ours bodies moved again to the rhyme of the music. Others danced around us. Everyone caught up in the high and buzz of the atmosphere. This wasn’t time to analysis the kiss. Tonight's the time to let your hair down, to get caught up in the moment and every other cliché I would use tomorrow.
A shiver travelled down my back
