DANA
Turns out the rabbit hole was made of skins and pieces of cloth as walls. The look on his face also gave me a mixture of passion and confusion. I don't need to go farther in the details but there's something in that moment when his lips were on mine, nibbling my bottom lip. A sound of pleasure escaped my lips and he opened his eyes.
"is… is this okay?"
I licked my lips and closed my eyes. Wait, just a minute, what am I doing here?
Are we really doing this? The last time we kissed, I spent the next two weeks thinking about it and I never was okay. Now I've moved past the kiss, I even went as far as running my fingers on his hair.
"Ivor, I…"
"just be honest."
Do I have to answer that? Are words really necessary? As I thought of it, I decided the answer is no. There are times when the words aren't necessary anymore. What counts is the heartbeat in my chest begging to be acknowledged. And then I did listen.
