EVELYN
I never imagined the day would come when I’d kiss my best friend, I mean really kiss her. But here was I, tasting the warmth of her lips, the slow slide of her tongue against mine, and the undeniable hunger curling between us.
At first, it was reluctant, of course, why wouldn't she feel her supposed virgin best friend was only pulling her legs? But the moment she responded, without any questions asked, pressing closer, with her fingers slipping into my hair, the hesitation shattered and it was obvious she wanted me as much as I wanted her. The kiss deepened, turning desperate, and all restraint was broken in the feelings we never allowed ourselves to acknowledge before.
Her breath mingled with mine as she pulled away just enough to speak, “Don’t you like it?”
A slow shiver ran through me at the way she asked, low and romantic.
“I do,” I replied, my voice barely my own, heavy with the need to catch her lips back.
She looked at me with a confidence that sent fire licking down my
