XVI

DELILAH

My eyes slightly widened as I stared at him. His eyes were closed, and his lips were locked — with mine. His scent engulfed me and soothed my nerves. My heart has already skipped a few beats. And the moment he softly sucked my bottom lip, I gained my senses back and my eyes shut down, my soul asking me to enjoy the moment. It felt beautiful because I was sharing my first kiss with the man I dearly loved.

His hand came to cup my cheek. He tilted his head and licked my lips, spreading our mixed salivas upon the flesh and then sucking it once again softly.

He was so gentle, so tender with me like a slight force applied by him would break me. His lips were soft, just like the snow on the fourth of December. His touch was warm against my cheek which was burning hot due to my shyness. I could not believe he was kissing me. It felt wonderful. My nerves were at peace, my soul as if smiling inside.

I was never treated this way — with such tenderness. I could never forget that day —