Warning: explicit depictions of kissing. If you do not want to read this, you can skip this chapter.
Atlan felt the softness of her lips lock onto his. It was warm. He could feel every nervous quiver in her lips as she puckered up and opened her mouth.
He felt lightning pass through his spine and envelop his whole body. This was the very first time he'd been this close—this intimate—with someone.
His heart must have beat a thousand times per second. He was nervous, excited, and euphoric all at the same time. He didn't even feel this way when he was fighting against Canzers higher than his level. He didn't even feel this way when he squared off against the God of Death in his draft.
Locking lips with someone was a foreign sensation for him, yet somehow, it felt like he'd been waiting for it for all his life.
