Hannah’s POV
He wants a kiss. I want that too, but will I be able to stop myself at just that? I know my hesitation looks bad, but if only he knew the true reason behind it, he might actually part those full lips into a smile.
Not wanting to reject him twice, I take a step forward. With each step I take toward him, a smell I never noticed starts to fill the room. I don’t know if I’m giving it off or if it’s him, but it boils my blood, making my speed increase.
I stop inches in front of him, leaning my head back to see him fully. I lick my lips, needing another second before I risk settling for just a kiss.
I rise on my toes and press my lips against his. My plan for a gentle tap of our lips goes out the window the moment I feel him on me. Grabbing at his shirt, I tug myself closer, opening my mouth to him. Our lips glide over each other, a dance of pure bliss before he darts his tongue in and out of my mouth.
