Jessamyn's mind raced, torn between the desire to close the gap and the fear of what it would mean.
Not leaving her to her thoughts, as if drawn by an irresistible force, Jerrick's lips met hers. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, a gentle exploration of boundaries and feelings. His lips were warm and firm, moving against hers with a slow, deliberate grace that made her heart race.
Jessamyn's mind went blank, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She knew he knew she was awake.
Gradually, the kiss deepened. Jerrick's hand on her cheek slid to her jaw, tilting her head slightly to give him better access. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a gentle caress that made her skin tingle. The kiss grew more insistent, his lips moving with a newfound urgency as if he were trying to convey all the feelings he couldn't put into words.
