In that moment of disagreement, of not wanting to be near him, of feeling angry with him, she had not pushed him away when his warm lips collided with hers.
Safiya stood frozen as she felt him push himself closer in the process of kissing her. It was not a slow kiss that she had expected.
This one was more intense; there was raw hunger, and she could feel it in the way he kissed her. It was hot, rushed.
Safiya didn't know how to process it. Her hand first went up to push him away, but it only went halfway when she couldn't control it. Her legs curled, and she found herself kissing him back with the same hunger with which he was kissing her.
Safiya slowly raised her hand, not to push him away, but to hold him close, pressing it against his chest as the kiss intensified. It was just the two of them here, thank the gods, or she would have been overcome with shyness.
