Breath smelled like mint. Soft like cotton candy and sweet like cherries.
I had never imagined myself in this state, but now that I’m already in this situation, I wish this would not end because this felt like home.
Kissing him felt like home. A haven. A haven that I thought I would never feel again.
They said that you would see fireworks and the butterflies in your stomach would go wild when someone kissed you, but nothing like that happened to me. Electric waves ran over my body, starting from my lips when Seatiel’s lips touched mine. It was only touching; first, he didn’t move his lips, so neither did I. I barely closed my eyes when his lips pressed into mine, and I could see his tilted face, probably to avoid bumping my nose. And I had to laugh because I found it funny.
Nang tumaw
