A million thoughts flashed through my mind in the time in which it took us to ease into the kiss. The first was that this time it felt different. There was a type of energy within the kiss itself that made me want to cringe—the kind where you curl my toes. The second was that I didn’t want it to end. Not even a little bit.
I didn’t quite know how to explain it. His lips were thicker than I would have imagined them to be, feeling delicate—almost as if they would tear—when I took them in between my teeth. Somehow they had a taste to them. One that I wouldn’t be able to explain even if my life depended on it.
I found myself thinking back to the first kiss we had shared, and without even realizing it, I started comparing the two experiences. Perhaps this time was so different because there
