My body reacts to his kiss as if he is the melting sun and I am a mere flower that must bloom under his touches; his grips on my arms loosen up as he takes my lip between his teeth, pulling. His tongue probes my teeth, demanding them to open. When I don't respond to his teasings, he runs his hands on my skin before he rests them on my waist.
I realize that I am frozen -- not because I am disgusted by him. The temperature of his lips is affecting mine. Feeling my heart beating so fast in my chest and my knees getting weaker, I stick my back to the wall of glass; I try to decipher what is going on.
This isn't similar to Killian's kiss.
When Killian kissed me, I felt my body turning cold. But this man is putting a fire in my body with a mere clumsy kiss. He is nowhere as good as Baek Joon Woo. And he isn't even holding me tightly anymore. I know that I am letting him kiss me.
And he knows that too.
