"Hold on," he broke the kiss as he stared intently into my eyes.
I was breathless, panting obviously.
"You kiss terribly," he noted, brushing his thumb across my already swollen lips.
He was right.
I never learnt how to kiss, as I had never actually been kissed.
Fortunately, I had been in a relationship before which accumulated to nothing really.
It had been a fake relationship which my ex - would I call him my ex-boyfriend?
He needed me to play along to prove to his parents that he wasn't gay. And while proving that wrong, he hid and made out with his secret partner.
However, our fake relationship never ended well.
Good thing he never got to touch me, kiss me or even try to. But I'd wanted him.
That was way before I got into college.
"I can..learn," I said softly against his lips.
I was aching for his lips again, he was darn sweet that I'd cast away other unpleasant thoughts of him from my mind.
"For a girl who is well experienced," he put in, eying my lips
