Ezekiel's lips were warm against hers, a sensation that enveloped her entirely. Though she had been kissed before, this one felt remarkably different. It was gentle, soft, and filled her with an indescribable sense of bliss. Inside her stomach, butterflies fluttered, yet the sensation wasn't one of discomfort or fear. Instead, it was overwhelmingly pleasant, something she wished wouldn't end so soon.
His kiss was gentle, his lips tenderly grazing over her lower and upper lips. Tarah felt her knees weaken, prompting her to instinctively wrap her arms around his neck for support. Yet, as the realization dawned that they were outside and visible to others, Tarah quickly pulled back. She didn't want any rumors to circulate about Ezekiel that could tarnish his reputation.
