Chapter Twelve

I was shocked by how soft his lips were. They were easily the softest and moistest thing had ever had in my mouth. They were far softer than I had imagined. I couldn't help but wonder what he did to get them to be that soft. Hell! They were even softer than mine.

It was foreign. His lips, the sensation of kissing, everything. It felt so foreign to me, in a good way of course.

My internal organs were mush. The way his lips molded against mine perfectly made me feel hot all over. My knees were weak and ready to give up on me. I really would have crumbled to the floor if he hadn't been holding me up against the kitchen island.

There wasn’t really much I could do as I’d never kissed anyone before him. I was clueless about where to put my hands and in what direction to tilt my head. All I did was stand there awkwardly and let him have his way with my lips. I was really hoping he wouldn’t think I was a bad kisser.

He pulled back slightly and I pried my eyes open.

“Have you not…done this