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She gets on her tiptoes, and I lean in at once, taking her lips in mine. The moment my lips touch hers, it’s as though the entire world stops spinning. Her kiss is soft and warm, making my knees weak. I pull her closer, my hands sliding around her waist, anchoring her to me as her lips mold perfectly against mine. Her sweet and familiar taste is overwhelming. It feels like coming home after being lost in a storm. Five days without her had felt like an eternity, and now, every second we’ve spent apart melts away in the heat of her touch.

I asked in amusement. She groaned " you don't understand, I kissed him" she emphasized but I couldn't get it, "who is this him?" I air quoted. She looked around to see if anybody was listening and whispered " I kissed Jason" my mouth flew open at her confession " what?" She nodded and bit her lip.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

And then, she kissed him back. The End

I will not get over that mortification. “But you kissed?” her tone sounded pleading. She really wants to hear something. I put her out of her misery with a small nod. Yes, we kissed. Oh, we kissed and he altered my brain chemistry. Now I know I’ll never be the same again. “I’ve heard he is a great kisser, please tell me that is true.” She had grabbed both my hands and brought it up, almost like she was praying.

I couldn’t help it, I lean in and kiss her. The sun lit her hair golden in the sunset. Her lips were soft and warm, it is comforting. I kiss her there, taking my time, cherishing her and giving all the love I’ve stored for a year. The two kids were squealing in the distance while the others are still unaware that she was finally here.

My thumb brushed against her cheekbone, where a faint bruise lingered beneath the skin. Her breath hitched still. “I hate what he’s done to you,” I said. “And I hate that I share his name.” Her eyes flickered. A single tear slid down her cheek before she could speak again or even think to push me away, I leaned in and kissed her passionately. It was a kiss that begged forgiveness and whispered promises. Her lips trembled beneath mine, unsure but not resisting. When I pulled away, our foreheads rested together, our breath mingling.

Rolling onto my side to face her resting place, I grinned mischievously. I couldn't help but replay the moment over and over in my mind, feeling the warmth of the kiss lingering on my lips. Unconsciously, I brought my hand up to my mouth, as if to capture that fleeting sensation. "I finally kissed her, and it felt amazing! I got my first kiss!" I exclaimed, the excitement evident in my voice as I shared the news, even though she couldn't respond. The memory made my cheeks flush with a rosy hue, and I turned my gaze toward the shimmering stars above, feeling like they were shining brighter than ever.

she purred. I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I kissed her back, my hand tightening on her waist. The taste of lipstick and vodka flooded my mouth, drowning out the echoes of Thea’s name in my head.

I kissed her on the lips, on her cheek and… Just then, a sharp knock shattered the moment.