My grandma used to tell me to go for it. Anything I wanted, I should ignore the warning signs and just go for it.
I guess that's what I did when I kissed Jaxon.
I wanted to kiss him, and I did. I ignored the fact that I was mourning over my dead boyfriend or the fact that this might come out as a distraction for the pain, but I didn't care.
Truth is, I've been yearning to kiss him for a while now, and being in this situation just made me go for it.
At first, it came has a shock to him because of the way his body stiffened, but a second later, he relaxed into the kiss.
I don't know when my hands left the hem of his shirt and went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer while his hands went to my waist.
I may have kissed Nathan a lot back we when we were dating even though I don't remember any of it, but this felt like my first real kiss.
I could feel myself shiver from the feel of his lips on mine, his hands on my waist and how good the kiss felt.
