~VIOLET~
A spark—no, a surge—shot through me the second his lips touched mine. It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. It was a jolt, like my body had been waiting for this without telling me. I couldn't think. I didn't want to.
My thought shattered, useless against the pull of him. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a shift, quiet but seismic—like something inside had been waiting for this, for him, without ever saying it out loud. And now that it had happened, I knew one thing with terrifying clarity. I wouldn't be able to go back to who I was before.
When he didn't get a response from him, he bit my lower lip, just enough to make me gasp, just enough to make me want more. He took advantage of the moment I gasped to thrust his tongue into my mouth.
The spark didn't fade; it deepened, flaring into something slower, hotter. My hands moved before my thoughts did, reaching for him like instinct had taken over. I wasn't thinking about right or wrong, past or future. Only the way his mouth found
