nineteen and unravelling
His lips met mine—warm, firm, and completely smooth.
I had never been the girl with a long list of guys or a casual history of party hookups; I was the girl who secretly read romance novels under the blankets and genuinely believed in that full-body, cinematic type of love. And the second Malik's mouth pressed against mine, it felt exactly like the books promised. It was a dizzying, breathless rush that made the floor beneath my sneakers feel like it was tilting. My hands automatically found his broad shoulders, my fingers tangling into the short, crisp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as a sudden, dramatic warmth flooded my entire chest.