He remained static as she pasted her lips to his and did not move for a while.
Her mouth reeked of alcohol and smell which should have made him push her off of him but something about her lips...they seemed so familiar.
She held his face in between her hands, her mind was drowsy but she knew...she could tell it was him...it was him and no one else.
So she closed her eyes and started moving her lips the same way they did it in that autumn, just before summer bid them farewell.
It was astounding how her mind had memorized each and every way his lips moved atop hers.
The feels of them made her cells glow, bloom out like the flowers, her goosebumps arose, her mind took a bath in the ocean of dopamine and euphoria for the very first time.
His hands moving all over her body made her head swing, she became a putty in his hands, her body leaning onto his for balance as it would fall if she did not get the support to stay upright.
