Once Lexy started kissing Mark, she didn't want to stop. His lips were addictive, and she didn't want to be cured. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she rose on tiptoes, her body pressing more firmly against his. It was a good fit. Almost as perfect as his mouth was against hers.
His breath was slightly sweet, intoxicating as if it was the elixir of life, and she was starving. The more she indulged, the more she wanted until she was lightheaded and grateful for his arms around her.
How long the kiss lasted, she wasn't sure. All she knew was Mark pulled back before she did.
"Wow," Mark said. "I knew I was attracted to you, but wow. Never before have I experienced anything like it."
"Never again."
Was this Lexy's soulmate for real? After that kiss, it certainly felt like it. The thought thrilled her and scared her senseless.
"Exactly."
