Lyla
Nathan's kiss took me completely unawares.
But it's okay – friends kiss all the time. Especially ones that haven't seen each other for four years.
It was soft at first, almost as if he was hesitating, as though he needed to test the waters, to make sure he hadn't crossed a line.
But then, the next instant, the kiss deepened. The kiss was filled with regret, pain, longing and desire that I didn't know where it came from. But I stood still, allowing him.
His hand gently rested on the small of my back, pulling me closer. I melted into him, instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt to anchor myself. The umbrella had been long forgotten and the rain pelted on us but Nathan didn't seem to notice.
My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled me even closer – the kisses were becoming feverish, almost too passionate, this was not a friend's kiss. I moved against him, protesting with my body since my mouth was pressed on his.
