Wickedly Twisted
His taste floods my mouth, aggressive and intense, mint mixed with cigar smoke and whiskey.
I kiss him back, shocked by my body's sudden reaction, like a lightning bolt rips me down the middle.
He holds that kiss a beat longer than appropriate, almost as if he's as surprised as I am by how good it feels. Like a first kiss is supposed to feel. A rush, an excitement. A dam breaking, leading to something bigger. A hint of more to come.
Then he pulls back, his expression softer, almost confused, like he can't believe what just happened.
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